Hurrah for food reviews. Right? I had only the quickest glance at Broadsheet’s recommendations for cafes in Paddington, but if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have noticed Barbetta, tucked away in a side street, and near where we parked to drop off clothing donations to the Australian Red Cross (my favourite place to donate because they seem to take care of the clothes and try to sell it for a decent price to raise funds, because they’re non-religious, and because of the good work they do).
I spotted the sign for Barbetta and wondered if it was even open. Then we approach it and it’s bustling and packed. Not too packed for us to get a table, thankfully, but it was an impressive amount of activity.
Which means that the ambience is awfully fun and felt almost celebratory, including because of our host with an awesome Italian accent.
We had a light lunch, splitting a plate of four arancini (perfect, crisp, light) and the polpette (delicious, in a perfect sauce). I should have snuck in a sneaky Sunday lunch glass of wine.
