If you’re in the mood for steak then look no further, but only if you're prepared to negotiate the weird service. Great value.

The colours of the Italian flag provide a suitable welcome to this traditional restaurant. Once, inside the atmosphere is cosy even if there's a whiff of Eurovision and the 70s (and some dismal music thrown in for gratis). Check out the bizarre interior. It's Florentine church meets Boots the Chemist with an eye-catching display of bottles next to some kind of altar adorned with vases and dried flowers. Quite an Aladdin's Cave , and just how mama would have liked it - someone's embarrassing mama.

If it's drinkable wine youâ're after look no further than the house red. From a large selection of starters we chose smoked salmon, calamari and white bait. All good, and the salmon was delicious. The chef also rustled up an excellent bruschetta, which wasn'™t on the menu. Next time we'll test him on something really complicated.

Even though there's a wide choice of main courses this is a restaurant for steak lovers. And here we must pay homage to the legendary speciality of ZP's: the Tornedo Rossini. Fillet of steak on top of fried bread, topped with chicken liver pâté in a brandy sauce. Book your cardiac appointment in advance. The vegetable accompaniments were top-hole: golden sauteed potatoes and cauliflower cheese. The peas are shite, but then they are in Italy too.

If you can face pud, follow the teaandbiscuits rules and don't pick a dessert photographed in the menu. Keep to the house specials. The homemade tiramisu was excellent; coffee+liqueur = v refreshing. Hang the chef who microwaved the lemon torte though.