Fifteen was his one in Shoreditch.
’Jamie’s Italian’ was the one in Manchester, in an absolute superb building (the old stock exchange).
Sat in a banquette with some bint I was with, the overfamiliar Manc waitress came and sat next to us to take our order, but squashed the burd’s bag with her fat arse 😆
Then we got a sharing plank which they stacked on the table on empty tinned tomato cans 😆
Gnocchi that literally tasted of nothing.
The whole place abysmal, no wonder they all went to the wall.
