My Dad is Maltese, so I was exposed to Maltese baking from a young age. We used to come here a few times per year as a family when I was younger, and it was always a treat. Now, I'm overjoyed to have moved just down the street, which means pastizzi whenever I want!
The place hasn't changed much in decades, and that's a good thing. It's a lovely little cafe with great food and friendly staff. Just bring cash - they don't take debit.