"The first time we walked into Grasso, our minds said “hello, trouble”. There’s something a little cheeky and very flirty about this supersized Italian-American Soho spot that encourages finishing a fish bowl-sized Aperol spritz in three swigs, which happens to be the perfect climate for consuming a pasta named after every fresher's beloved sidekick. The rich, tangy penne alla vodka is chilli-forward, covered in a snowstorm of pecorino, and best enjoyed at the buzzing bar for that ‘al dente and thriving’ feeling." - heidi lauth beasley