Atlantica - 01.11.2000, Síða 29

Atlantica - 01.11.2000, Síða 29
A T L A N T I C A 27 SOHO F ew people have been more intimately involved in the story of Soho over the last 50 years than Nino Polledri, owner of Frith Street’s Bar Italia, Soho’s most famous café. “I was 13 in 1949 when my father first brought me to Soho. He showed me this place and told me he was thinking of opening a café. Bar Italia opened at Christmas the same year,” says Polledri, recalling the events of half a century ago. We’re sitting at a table out- side the café, where a gleam- ing black Mercedes with the number plate “NIINO” is parked up against the kerb. Bar Italia is flanked on one side by a hairdresser’s, the Nino Salon, and on the other by Café Italia and the Little Italia restaurant, all owned by Nino Polledri and family. Bar Italia was obviously the right idea at the right time. “Yes, custom grew slowly but steadily. Originally, the family owned a restaurant in Covent Garden but since Bar Italia opened it’s been the backbone of the business. We’ve always tried to keep the place as authentic as pos- sible. Some improvements were made in 1951, after it had been open for 18 months, but since then nothing’s been changed. A few years ago we spent GBP 90,000 on restor- ing it to exactly how it was. It would have been much cheaper for us to have ripped out the interior and started all over again,” says Polledri with a smile. There’s no hiding Polledri’s Italian origin; his parents Catarina and Luigi Polledri were born in the home country, as Italian as parmag- giano. The same is true of most of his staff. “That’s right, we try to employ Italians as far as possible. It’s all part of the ambience.” Despite its name, Bar Italia was never a bar. The menu offers coffee (some say the best cappuccino in town), fresh fruit juice and light snacks. And the place is open almost 24 hours a day, seven days a week; almost, because, as Polledri explains, “We sometimes close early on Sunday night, at around 3 a.m”. There’s a vibrant atmos- phere whatever time of the day or night you care to drop in. A counter runs almost the length of the café. Opposite is a mirrored wall with a ledge where you can rest your cof- fee cup, and a scattering of bar stools. Outside on the pavement there are a few tables which always seem to be filled. According to Polledri, Bar Italia was the first place in London to intro- duce the Continental idea of the pavement café. Polledri himself has now largely retired from the busi- ness, handing over the man- agement to his children Veronica, Anthony and Luigi. From the vantage point of Bar Italia, Nino Polledri has been able to observe first hand how Soho has changed over the years. “Soho has always been a bit like a village in the middle of the metropolis, though now this is changing fast. Everybody used to know everybody else and most had in common the fact that they were immigrants. It’s really only ten or 15 years ago that native English people began to set up businesses here.” Soho has long been notori- ous as London’s den of iniqui- ty, but it wasn’t always this way. “Up until the sixties it was very respectable here. Then things began to change and in the seventies the area became very sleazy. Tramps, drugs everywhere and porn shops spreading like wildfire. In the eighties, when the Conservatives were in power, they began to clean up the area and close down the sex clubs. This has continued and today the area is fairly respectable, though it can get pretty colourful at night when people spill out of the clubs rather the worse for wear. We make sure they’re not allowed into the Bar Italia, though. In keeping with the spirit of family tradition, we’ve always taken care to maintain high standards at the Bar Italia, and that applies to night-time as well.” Bar Italia is a Soho institution. Almost half a century old, the café – not bar, in spite of its name – is open round the clock seven days a week and is as popular by day as it is by night. Nino Polledri, owner of Bar Italia and son of the founder, filled Jón Kaldal in on the history of the café and its colourful surrounding district. The Italian Connection ATL 6/00 22-28 SOHO cmsx 19/10/00 3:49 pm Page 27
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