A big name in Genovese dining
Debora, and Matteo, slave away unseen in the engine room That’s better. Let ’s start again from the top, shall we? Lest my reader (let ’s go with the fiction I have one, maybe Tom) be left with the impression Genovese food is underwhelming. I knew I should have started with Archivolto Mongiardino and so I will review this delightful trattoria next, even though I ’ve been to another in between that, for no immediately discernible reason actually had soil encased in glass on the counter . No, we shall stick with Archivolto, based in the narrow alley that goes by the same name and the first place Elsa and I dined a Genova . It was an easy decision, a doorway spied on a typically wet Genovese spring evening with hopeful customers trying to cram in to shelter from the rain, steaming just inside and vying for one of just 18 covers. We booked for half an hour later, were successful and the seafood we sampled was confirmation enough Genoa would do for us. Counter intui...