5 /5 Cor Cater: Santoré is the kind of Italian restaurant you almost don’t want to shout about — because once word really gets out, you’ll never get a table again.
The decor is low-key and unfussy: warm tiles, simple wooden tables, shelves lined with wine bottles, and that comforting hum of conversation bouncing off the walls. Nothing flashy, nothing staged — just a proper trattoria feel. The place was absolutely packed, and not with tourists. Italians everywhere. Italian diners, Italian staff, rapid-fire Italian flying across the room. Always a good sign.
I went with an Italian friend and made the only sensible decision: I didn’t even open the menu. I just told her to order. What followed was pure gluten bliss.
The pizza is the real deal — beautifully blistered crust, light but structured, the kind of dough that’s clearly been treated with patience and respect. And yes, they do pizza by the meter, which feels both gloriously excessive and completely necessary once you taste it. Toppings were simple, high-quality, and perfectly balanced. No overloading, no gimmicks — just authentic flavour.
Everything we had felt generous and honest. Great ingredients, confident cooking, zero pretension. Santoré doesn’t try to impress you — it just quietly delivers, and delivers exceptionally well.
If you want proper Italian pizza, surrounded by people who clearly know what proper Italian pizza is supposed to taste like, this is your place. I’ll be back — hungry.
