Today, I’m writing about the one within Broadwick Soho, a decadent, eccentric boutique hotel with the sort of filthy-gorgeous charm that’d give a Marie Kondo a stroke. Escapism at its finest, the sumptuous Italian-inspired basement restaurant might as well have been plucked straight from Peppa Pig’s La Dolce Vita dream (see: White Lotus), complete with colourful, hand-painted ceramic tables, walls lined with quirky, rustic plates and cosy little booths with lighting so low your Hinge date might just forgive the fact you’re two inches shorter than it says on your profile.