"No one, least of all us, realised that the thing London needed most was a chintzy Italian trattoria that feels like the set of a perfume advert where everybody is two bottles of prosecco deep. Everything about this Shoreditch restaurant is best viewed through Aperol-tinted glasses. Like, everything. Your eggs alla Fiorentina at 10am, your plate of San Daniele ham at lunch, or your giant profiterole at 11pm - all of it should be taken with both a pinch of salt, and with a couple of fingers of booze. Not because it’s necessary, but because Gloria is a good time restaurant, and everyone needs those." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing