"Grasso is such a Samantha. Despite the fact that we have clearly wandered on over to another iconic HBO heavyweight of the Nineties, due to the sheerfun, happy-hedonism feel of thisSohospot, we’re sticking to it. Frankly, you won’t care that Grasso’s ‘Mom’s Spaghetti’ is a little bland when a fishbowl of Aperol spritz arrives at your table. Bring your least PG friends to get a little silly, split molten mozzarella sticks, and stage an impromptu photo shoot in the disco bathrooms. Or if you’re simply looking to inject some feel-good factor into a weeknight, sit at the bar with aNegroniand our pick of the menu—the rich, tangypenne alla vodka." - Heidi Lauth Beasley
"At Soho’s Grasso, food is approached as if it should be eaten from a trough and we mean that as a compliment. The caesar salad is a big old grunt that comes with a herb-crusted chicken cutlet beside it. There are brick-like croutons you could build a house with and a thick, cement-like dressing on top. It is not a subtle salad. We appreciate the lemon zest, though." - jake missing, sinead cranna, heidi lauth beasley
"The likelihood of going for dinner after the parade is minimal. We know that. You know that. The bouncer at G-A-Y Bar knows that. But if you’re taking a more chill approach this year, round off the day with fried molten mozzarella sticks, penne alla vodka, and fishbowl-sized Aperol spritzes at Grasso. This huge New York-style Italian restaurant has disco-themed toilets that are primed for an impromptu Donna Summer singalong." - heidi lauth beasley, sinead cranna
"Nothing says fun quite like an impromptu karaoke session in a disco-themed bathroom. Grasso is a Soho restaurant that’s the teen dream ‘it’ kid of London’s Italian scene. It definitely isn’t shy and embraces silliness—please see: fish bowl-sized spritzes and mozzarella cheese pulls that could lasso the moon. Flirty bar date or big booth hang, an order of the creamy, sizzling penne alla vodka is mandatory. Never grow up, Grasso." - jake missing, daisy meager, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley
"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