A small room, a long table, and far too much wine.
Osteria Quaranta began the way the good ones do. In 2009 we took the keys to a narrow room off Highbury Park, painted it the colour of an old wine cellar, and started cooking the food we grew up wanting to come home to.
Quaranta means forty. Forty covers when the room is full. Forty labels on a list of small Italian growers. Forty years of recipes carried in a notebook from Bologna to a corner of North London, and changed only when the season insists.
Nothing here is rushed. The ragù sits on the stove for a working day. The pasta is rolled each morning by hands that have done it ten thousand times. You are not a table number. You are a guest who has finally arrived.
We cook the food we grew up wanting
Lucia and Tomaso Ferretti, founders
to come home to.