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The Pellicci Museum

February 19, 2019
by the gentle author

This is Lucinda Rogers‘ drawing of E.Pellicci in the Bethnal Green Rd, London’s most celebrated family-run cafe, into the third generation now and in business for over a century – and continuing to welcome East Enders who have been coming for generations to sit in the cosy marquetry-lined interior and enjoy the honest, keenly-priced meals prepared every day from fresh ingredients.

E.Pellicci is a marvel. It is so beautiful it is listed, the food is always exemplary and I every time I come here I leave heartened to have met someone new.

I found Lucinda Rogers’ drawing on the wall in one of the small upper rooms that now serves as an informal museum of the history of the cafe, curated by Maria Pellicci’s nephew – Toni, a bright-eyed Neapolitan, who has been working here since he left school in Lucca in Tuscany and came to London in 1970. He led me up the narrow staircase, opened the door of the low-ceilinged room and with a single shy gesture of his arm indicated the family museum. Toni has lined the walls with press cuttings, photographs and all kinds of memorabilia, which tell the story of the ascendancy of Pellicci’s, attended by a few statues of saints to give the pleasing aura of a shrine to this cherished collection.

Primo Pellici began working in the cafe in 1900 and it was here in these two rooms that his wife Elide brought up his seven children single-handedly, whilst running the cafe below to keep the family after her husband’s death in 1931. Elide is the E.Pellicci whose initial is still emblazoned in chrome upon the primrose-hued vitroglass fascia and her portrait remains, she and her husband counterbalance each other eternally on either side of the serving hatch in the cafe. In 1921, Nevio senior was born in the front room here. He ran the cafe until his death in 2008, superceded as head of the family business today by his wife Maria who possesses a natural authority and charisma that makes her a worthy successor to Elide.

As I sat alone in the quiet of the room, leafing through the albums, surrounded by the walls of press coverage, Maria came upstairs from the kitchen to join me. She pointed out the flat roof at the rear where her former husband Nevio played as a child. “He was very happy here,” she assured me with a tender smile, standing silently and casting her eyes between the two empty rooms – sensing the emotional presence of the crowded family life that once filled in this space that is now a modest store room and an office. Maria and Nevio brought up their children in a terraced house around the corner in Derbyshire St, and these days Toni goes round each morning early to pick her up from there, before they start work around six at the cafe she runs with her son Nevio and daughter Anna.

Pellicci’s collection tells a very particular history of the twentieth century and beyond – of immigration, of wars, of coronations and gangsters too. But, more than this, it is a history of wonderful meals, a history of very hard work, a history of great family pride, and a history of happiness and love.

Primo Pellicci still presides upon the cafe where he started work in 1900

Primo’s children, Nevio and Mary Pellicci, 1930

Pellicci’s wartime licence issued to Elide Pellicci in 1939 by the Ministry of Food

Pellicci’s paper bag issued to celebrate the Coronation of Elizabeth II  in 1953 – note the phone number, Bishopsgate 1542

Mary and Maria Pellicci, Trafalgar Sq, 1963

Nevio junior, aged seven, skylarking outside the house in Derbyshire St with pals Claudio and Alfie

Nevio senior and Toni, 1980

Pellicci’s customers in 1980

Nevio senior, 1980

Nevio and Toni

Christmas card from Charlie Kray, 1980

Nevio junior and Nevio senior

George Flay’s montage of the world of Pellicci’s

Nevio Senior, 2005

Salvatore Zaccaria, known as Toni, curator of the Pellicci Museum

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8 Responses leave one →
  1. Jill Wilson permalink
    February 19, 2019


  2. Susan permalink
    February 19, 2019

    I so love this place! I live in Canada but have been there twice, on the gentle author’s recommendation. First time, shared a table with a gaggle of awkward 7-year-olds (on a school field trip), then the second time with a Mum with her adorable baby, and then 3 guys in their 20s. The food is excellent and the staff are amazingly warm and friendly. I have no idea how they stay so energetic and friendly, in such a non-stop busy atmosphere. I wish I lived near there!

  3. February 19, 2019

    The Pelliccis are remarkable people, and their restaurant always a delight! Valerie

  4. February 19, 2019

    This restaurant has been recommended to me by friends and now I’ve read about this hard working family’s history and lovely museum I am keen to go and see it! I really enjoyed reading this!

  5. February 19, 2019

    Long may they continue! Wonderful places like this must never be allowed to disappear; they are part of the history of the area and should be Grade 1 listed!

  6. Anders Bellis permalink
    February 19, 2019

    What a fascinating, interesting, and heart-warming blog post!

    Since I’ve read about the E. Pellicci café here on Spitalfields Life before, I find it quite remarkable that I’ve somehow missed to visit it. Now, this post made me even more fascinated and I simply will have to go there next time I visit the East End (which I learnt to love thanks to this blog, by the way).

    This must be one of the oldest cafés in the world still in operation! And that, in itself, is most remarkable.

    Next time I’m in London and thus the East End (I’m half Greek/half Swedish, and I live in Athens, but I frequently visit London), I’ll head out to E. Pellicci the very first day!

  7. Anders Bellis permalink
    February 19, 2019

    Addendum: I will have to add that the art nouveau style so evident in the photograph of the serving hatch is beautiful!

  8. mlaiuppa permalink
    February 19, 2019

    Oh, I am so going there if I ever get to London. This and the mosaic murals are on my bucket list.

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