I WAS simply delighted when my friend told me there was a new Italian restaurant in town.
Being a self-confessed Italiano food fiend, I couldn’t wait to try out the new kid on the block.
I thought its name, Mi Amore, which means “my love”, was a good starting point, as it pretty much sums up my relationship with Italian food.
As soon as I entered the place I realised that while I’ve been a little slow on the uptake, others have clearly cottoned on to this wee gem of a place.
Even though it’s a little off the beaten track, several tables of diners were already seated, clearly having a wonderful time.
The waiter actually remembered my friend Helen from a previous visit – she’s a big fan of the £6.95 two-course lunch deal – and after exchanging pleasantries he ushered us to a window seat.
I was struck by how light and airy the place was, with rustic-style tables and chairs, and green checked tablecloths.
With menu in hand and Dean Martin crooning That’s Amore in the background, we quickly settled down.
I swithered over the selection of starters, but like Helen, I decided the cozze marinara – mussels with garlic, chilli basil and tomato (£6.50) – would hit the spot.
We decided to share a portion of focaccia bread (£3.95) to soak it up.
I adore mussels and can honestly say the seafood was absolutely delicious.
The focaccia bread scored high praise indeed and we both reckoned it was the finest we have ever tasted. Light and not stodgy in the least, the bread oozed garlic and the rosemary and parmesan topping was soaked up in the tasty tomato sauce, which was filled with cherry tomatoes.
On to the main event and I wasn’t surprised when Helen opted for a fishy dish and ordered the linguine al frutti di mare (£9.50).
I thought I’d best give my favourite Italian dish – spaghetti alla carbonara (£8.50) – a try.
The creamy carbonara dish with a generous amount of pancetta and fresh, plump spaghetti really hit the spot.
Helen’s tomato-based pasta dish, which was packed with mussels, squid, monkfish and juicy king prawns, was a big hit too.
But, like me, she had to admit defeat and was unable to finish her dish.
Stuffed to the gunnels, we opted out of the dessert menu but ordered a couple of cappuccinos (£1.70) to round things off.
I was the designated driver so I passed on the courtesy glass of sambuca presented with the bill, but Helen was happy to oblige.