"Brutto, a Florentine trattoria by way of Little Italy inClerkenwell, was one of London’s original New York-Italians, and it’s so prolific in its ability to charm that it has made that rare transition from noun to adjective. Drinking £5 Negronis on a Monday night is very Brutto. Smoking a stranger’s Marlboro sans coat on the little pavement terrace out front? Sensationally Brutto. Taking a selfie at the bar and posting it with the tagline “you’re only as good as your last penne”—not very Brutto. With an eternal twinkle in its eye and thebest penne con vodkaandtiramisuin the game, we’d love Brutto even if HBO’s golden era never happened." - Heidi Lauth Beasley