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First things first. This svelte, grissini-like space isn’t named after Claremont thoroughfare St Quentin Avenue or anyone canonised by a church, but santo bevitore: Italian for “holy drinker” as well as the name of a Joseph Roth novel that touches on the themes of salvation, society and the life-changing power of good booze.
Will bending the arm here lead to transubstantiation, epiphanies or any other minor miracles? That depends on how enthusiastically you throw…
