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In Italy, the hour before dinner has never been something to rush.⁠
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It begins with ice in the glass, the oils of orange released over the rim, and that first bittersweet sip that quietly tells the appetite what is coming next.⁠
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The Negroni belongs to this hour. Deep crimson & unmistakably bittersweet, it has travelled through generations of Italian bars and tables without losing the ritual at its centre.⁠
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This week, that ritual is moving through the State Buildings in different hands, different glasses & different points of view. Some familiar, some a little unexpected, all beginning from the same place.⁠
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A Negroni, a table, and nowhere else to be just yet.

Tonight, two kitchens meet at the table.⁠
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Chef Lucas, Thyago Rocha & Marco have done the planning, the tasting & the talking. Now comes the good part: Negroni poured, plates moving, music up & a dinner that travels through the State Buildings as the night unfolds.⁠
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POST x Mi Scusi. Tonight, we feast.

Just beyond POST’s doorstep, Postal Hall is pouring the first chapter of Negroni Week.⁠
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The familiar bitterness of Campari runs through every glass, but each one takes its own direction. A Classic Negroni beside something softer, brighter or altogether unexpected. Coffee, cocoa, yuzu, lemon myrtle, watermelon & mandarin moving the ritual somewhere new, while still keeping the unmistakable character of the original close by.⁠
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From the first Campari Spritz to the final pour, consider Postal Hall your aperitivo stop before the evening finds its way to the table.⁠
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Negroni Week has begun.

There are some things that only make sense by hand.⁠
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For Head Chef Thyago Rocha, fresh pasta begins as a single sheet, passed through the rollers until it grows thinner, softer & almost translucent. It is laid flat, dusted generously with flour and left for a moment before being folded loosely back towards itself, ready for the knife.⁠
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Then comes the cut. Steady, measured, but never so perfect that the hand disappears from it. Each ribbon carries a slight variation, the quiet signature of pasta made rather than manufactured.⁠
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And finally, the unfurl. The folded sheet loosens into long ribbons, falling away from one another before being gathered for the table.⁠
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A process guided by touch, instinct & repetition. The kind of Italian tradition that has never really needed reinventing.⁠
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Finito.

Postal Hall sets the scene. Post brings the table to life.⁠
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For every celebration, there is the moment the room begins to feel full — glasses lifted, plates arriving, guests leaning in, and the first signs of the evening finding its rhythm.⁠
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From our place beside Postal Hall, Post brings the kind of Italian hospitality made for those moments. Generous plates, warm service & a table that carries the celebration from the first welcome to the final toast.⁠
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Join us for Wedding Open Day and discover how every great celebration begins around the table.⁠
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The beauty of burrata is in its simplicity.⁠
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Cut through the delicate shell and the centre gives way — soft, creamy & generous, just as it should be. Ours comes from local artisans , served with grapes, vincotto, hazelnuts & sundried tomatoes for sweetness, crunch & a little Italian sharpness around the edges.⁠
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Simple in appearance, full in feeling.⁠
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In Italian kitchens, tradition is often measured by instinct.⁠
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A little more flour. A softer fold. The feeling of dough beneath the hands before it is rolled, cut & shaped for the table.⁠
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Fresh pasta has always belonged to this kind of ritual — not rushed, not overworked, but guided by time, touch & the quiet confidence of those who learned by watching.

Beef carpaccio is Italian simplicity at its most confident.⁠
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Thinly sliced beef, capers, Parmigiano & rocket — nothing hidden, nothing overworked, just a few good ingredients given room to speak for themselves.⁠
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It is a dish built on restraint, where the sharpness of capers, the salt of Parmigiano and the peppery lift of rocket bring balance to every bite.

A room still carrying stories, just in a different kind of way.⁠
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On the walls at Post, traces of the old General Post Office remain — stamps, markings & fragments from a time when this room helped carry the city’s messages from one hand to the next.⁠
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Now, those stories sit quietly beside another kind of tradition. The Italian kind, passed down through families, held in the way pasta is made, wine is poured, bread is torn & a table is gathered.⁠
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Once built for exchange, now made for gathering — Post continues the story through the rituals that bring people together.⁠
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Pappardelle, osso buco ragù. This is pasta with an appetite.⁠
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Wide ribbons of pappardelle, a slow osso buco ragù, and the kind of sauce that demands attention on the plate — it gathers, clings, stains, warms, and asks for bread somewhere close by.⁠
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It is the generous side of Italy. The side that cooks with time, serves with heart & never lets the table leave hungry.⁠
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