Albion Hotel

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One day it’s schnitties and schooners. Next? Gnocchi on your fork, tiramisu making eyes across the table. Signor Fox has taken over. No invite – just a spice rack, a smirk, and zero interest in playing it safe. Rogue of ravioli. Maestro of meatballs. He’s turned the heat (and the volume) way up. Now it’s woodfired pizza with bubbling cheese. Red pepper gnocchi tangled in stracciatella. Pork ragu pappardelle that knows exactly what it’s doing. And the cocktails? Shaken, spiked and showing off.

Albion’s still your local – cold beer, big screens, buzzing garden. But the food? That’s pure Fox.