Manchester’s Campfield Arcade, past the cold, brick corridors and the echoes of the city, you’ll stumble on Don Marco—a spot that feels like it’s been here forever, serving up plates that transport you from the damp North to the sun-drenched coastlines of Italy.

Inside, the vibe is cozy but never forced, with enough rustic charm to make you forget you’re not in some hidden corner of Rome. The real magic happens when you sit outside under the glass-roofed arcade, where the light hits just right, and every bite of bruschetta or forkful of pasta feels like a moment worth savoring. The pizzas are charred just enough, and the risotto—creamy, decadent—reminds you that food, when done right, doesn’t need to shout.

It just speaks.