Our story
A little corner of Bologna, tucked into a London side street.
Marcella and Tomaso met over a shared bowl of tortellini in brodo in a tiny osteria off Piazza Maggiore. Years later they shipped a wood-burning oven across Europe and opened Ferro in a draughty Victorian corner shop — part Bologna trattoria, part neighbourhood living room.
Everything is made by hand: pasta rolled each morning, bread baked in the oven, sauces left to whisper on the stove for hours. The wine list is short, honest and entirely natural. It is not fancy. It is just how we like to eat.
Marcella & TomasoOwners & cooks