Trattoria Lunatica
A loud, joyful room on the Barbican where the chilli prawn linguine arrives glossy and dangerous and you fight your friends for the last forkful.
The Greed Score
Religious experience
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Chilli prawn linguine
Linguine, obviously. Then the ricotta budino. Then more budino.
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“Pasta that ruins all other pasta for you. We are not sorry.”
Trattoria Lunatica is exactly the kind of mad, generous Italian the Barbican deserves. Checked tablecloths, a wine list scrawled on a mirror, and a kitchen that clearly cooks like nobody is watching the costings.
The chilli prawn linguine is the reason to come: a slippery, garlicky, gently violent plate that walks the line between elegant and unhinged. The ricotta budino for dessert is a wobbling cloud that we ordered twice.
It is not subtle and it does not want to be. You leave full, a little flushed, and already texting people the name as you walk back along the harbour.
What we loved
- + Outrageous value
- + Brilliant carbs
- + Buzzy harbour room
The niggles
- – Very loud
- – No bookings after 7
