You always remember your first time

I will have a lot to say about Westfield and the restaurants there. Let's just leave it for now at a giant leap for mall feeding in the UK let alone Europe and maybe the world though the sum is probably greater than the parts.

We haven't really made it further than Kitchen Italia (not wanting to deal with the queues at Wahaca). This is an ambitious Italian Wagamama style and bless it most of it works. Bare wooden tables and benches - ask to sit side by side as facing each other is just too wide to be intimate - with some flavoured olive oils and Alessi cheese graters handily in the middle. Some drinkable wines by the carafe with quite ok glassware for the price, and tasty Forst lager.

The menu is fun, authentic enough, with enough individual touches to remind you you're here and not in Carluccio's or someone else's pasta shop - Taglierini with Black Truffles, Capelletti filled with Duck Confit and Sage Butter and a heroic Polenta with Wild Boar Ragu served in a wide shallowish wooden bowl. With two nibblies or sides, two pastas, and a dessert between the two of your, beer, wine and water you get out for £40 before the tip which is very very user friendly.

Now the rub...my first polenta was brilliant, warming, brave and as good as anything that might come out of Theo Randall's kitchen on a good day. This week's was ok...good enough...just not killer

All of which leads me to the critical question, is any dish ever as good as the first time you've had it?