Three years on, and the scuff-marks on the bar stools are rounding out the lived-in look that Ombra so carefully cultivated on day one, with the aid of crumbling plaster and a patinated ceiling.
I’ve always admired how Ombra manages to evoke a back-street bar in Venice, without a single direct reference. In place of the plastic gondolas and posters of the Grand Canal are the original 1922 Deco leadlight windows, along with newly installed period linen curtains, into which somebody’s nonna has repeatedly embroidered the word “ombra”.
Extending in an L-shape around its kitchen and dominating bar, Ombra is a cramped little space with tiny tables pushed so close together that you are privy to more of your neighbours' conversations than perhaps you might like. But in a sense, that intimacy forms part of the attraction: you call in for a few rowdy drinks and the Venetian version of tapas called cicchetti, then you’re out again within the hour.
from Olivia W’s Blog Rss http://www.stuff.co.nz/life-style/86422351/Restaurant-review-Ombra-in-Wellington
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