Signor Sassi

Star-Seduced Charm with Remarkable Italian Flair

Signor Sassi, perched elegantly in London's Knightsbridge and heir to tales of dining grandeur, is much like an accomplished tenor: frequently sublime though occasionally hitting a dissonant note. Entering is akin to stepping through a portal back into an era of refined Italian élan, characterized by photo-strewn walls chronicling visits from illustrious diners. The atmosphere is the bustling sort, echoing with the merry clatter of cutlery and chairs that offer just enough elbow room to mutter sweet nothings to one’s pasta dish, provided you don’t mind your neighbour eavesdropping. If tales of patrons hearing tenor-worthy service are to be believed, it's clear the staff aim for operatic heights but sometimes dip sharply into tragicomic asides better left unspoken.

Nonetheless, there remains culinary beauty, courageously singing above the tumult. The lobster spaghetti and Parmigiana di Melanzane resonate in hushed tones of heartfelt nostalgia, securing Signor Sassi’s spot on many grafter's best-of lists. While some visitors appear besieged by capricious morsels and persnickety service, the indomitable charm of shared birthday serenades and melt-in-the-mouth calamari quiet the critics. And yes, while the menu’s interplay of sprightly risottos and high-flying penne sometimes descends at unshapely intervals, it’s the comforting cadence of consistent classics that ensures a steady return flow of faithful patrons—an old crooner may indeed misstep, yet their vintage allure always beats its immortal path to your heartstrings, provided you're not seated too near a tone-deaf waiter. — Penelope Savory