True to its reputation, myself and my husband Steve were pretty much the only diners not having a breakfast meeting and it was interesting to be sat surrounded by men and women in suits discussing everything from finance to politics, some greeting one another as they departed. The restaurant definitely had an air of importance.
The food choices fit onto a single-sided white card because Canvas is the type of restaurant which doesn't believe in adjectives. Personally, I like this, seeing it as a necessary pendulum swing away from the existential absurdity of some menus, which can feel more like the outpourings of a frustrated novelist than the listing of food items.
The cork pings up to the ceiling like a bullet and those of us around the table cheer. This bottle - cuvee brut - is the Italian version of champagne, a light and fruity sparkling wine that's a few notches up from prosecco. In the two days that I've been eating in and around Rimini every meal apart from breakfast starts like this.
Thus the menu at The Crown when Aldo came to cook this week reflected the dishes of his childhood. The local sparkie, tyre-man, the farmers, a smattering of music producers (they get everywhere these days) and an excitable crowd of yummy mummies ate five courses, churned out by an increasingly sweaty Zilli, working at the pass with the very gifted pub chef, Felan Hennigan.
Last month, my other half Steve and I travelled to The Cotswolds for a few days to celebrate Steve's birthday. We got the train after work on a Wednesday night and arrived into Kingham just before 8pm, then it was a short 15 minute taxi ride to The Wheatsheaf, which is situated in the small market town of Northleach.