Italia Uno is a haven. For bedraggled students, haggard workers, exhausted delivery drivers and shouty Neapolitans. Before the advent of delivery apps the ramshackle deli in Bloomsbury would be filled with football-lovers and undergraduates with a ratio of five cigarettes and three Napoli shirts to every one vaguely-fingered copy of The Waste Land. Coffee and cold cuts are standard, but our best memories are of mortadella paninis, sloppy melanzane, and blaring Serie A on screen.
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