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Tried & tasted: Orso

A lot of dining establishments these days rely on gimmicks โ€“ sharing plates, cocktails served in jam jars, or placing your order via a touchscreen table, writes Colette Doyle. Orso is one of those reassuringly old-fashioned places that doesnโ€™t need to resort to any such trickery; the emphasis here is on genuinely good Italian food that uses the finest fresh ingredients.

The menu is neatly divided into easily accessible sections and โ€œAperitiviโ€ features cocktails such as white peach Bellini (highly recommended) alongside a small selection of amuse-bouches that includes homemade bread with olive oil as well as fried courgettes โ€“ a flavoursome mound of crispy deliciousness.

For starters, I opt for the classic that is Vitello tonnato: wafer-thin slices of veal coated in a creamy, moreish tuna sauce. My companionโ€™s first choice of cannellini beans and black cabbage soup has run out itโ€™s proved so popular, meaning he opts for pumpkin flavour instead and, when it turns up with pancetta on top, our eagle-eyed waitress whisks it away and replaces it with a vegetarian version instead.

For carb lovers thereโ€™s a choice of three different types of pasta, a risotto and two pizzas for the main course, but mindful of my doctorโ€™s orders I decide to stick with protein and go for the breaded chicken with brown butter. The succulent meat is nicely offset by the piquant taste of the capers and anchovies that accompany it and my side dish of roast potatoes with rosemary and garlic is so good Iโ€™m loathe to share.

My pesecetarian plus-one orders the sea bass, which comes with a tasty black olive salad on the side; as this finicky diner is also teetotal, Iโ€™m delighted to find that the Gavi wine Iโ€™m so fond of comes in a handy 500ml carafe, which will allow me to enjoy a tipple but wonโ€™t make me look like a complete lush.

When it comes time for dessert there is one that is the acid test for any good Italian eatery: the time-honoured Tiramisu. This version is really moist, soaked in a nectar-like liqueur that I think I can place as being Marsala wine.

This cosy restaurant combines a sophisticated uptown location with a relaxed vibe, while dishing up some seriously authentic fare served with real Italian flare.

Orso, 27 Wellington St, London WC2E 7DB; 020 7240 5269; orsorestaurant.co.uk/