Not forgetting the bread trolley – no measly basket here – and, just as the oozing, treacly rum babas have been defeated, the arrival of the sweets trolley, because what’s an Italian meal without a few scented meringue clouds? Despite the indulgence, the dishes are so light and delicate – not a word associated with pasta – that it doesn’t feel overly glutinous.
Which is fortunate, because the next day’s excursion is to the Capri Palace’s private beach club, Il Riccio, which also boasts a Michelin star. The beautiful, blue-tiled enclave, with deck spaces built into the rocks, specialises in local seafood, although vegetarian tastes are deftly catered to with melting parmigiana and caprese ravioli. However, the real draw is the Temptation Room, a muralled, temperature-controlled shrine to all things sugary; the limoncello sorbet packs a citrusy, herbally punch.