As an Italian, I had always been told to not go to Italian restaurants abroad. They just don't hold up. It's also true that after a few days of fish & chips, curries, and burgers in London, I was in the mood for something from home. That's when I stumbled across Arancina. As you approach, you notice the old orange windows and then smell the unmistakable aroma of pizza being cooked inside. I ventured in and found a friendly staff and a delicious menu of pizza, arancini, and lasagna. There are tables upstairs and the price is more than OK. It's only a short walk from Notting Hill. How could I resist?