…has just been served at Trattoria Luca in Camden Town and I made sure I went along one final time before Paolo Boggi closed the doors forever. It was a once-typical, old fashioned family-run Italian trattoria where the family actually lived upstairs. Practically unchanged since the 70s, it was first place I was ever taken for lunch. I nervously ordered melon then spaghetti bolognese because I didn’t know what anything else was. Camden Town is now a very different place. So is the world. But I loved the fact that Trattoria Luca wasn’t. Paolo is 94 now. Even his two sons – “the boys” – who were always front of house, are in their sixties, so maybe it’s time to move on. But if Trattoria Luca were a piece of music, it would have to be this.
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