Rustico

You'll find this compact Italian spot tucked along Union Row, where the scent of garlic and basil drifts onto the pavement most evenings. Inside, it's all exposed brick and warm lighting – the sort of place that feels like someone's nonna decided to open a restaurant and got it absolutely right. The menu changes with what's good, but the handmade pasta never disappoints. Their ragu has that slow-cooked depth that comes from actually giving a damn, and the wine selection leans heavily towards smaller Italian producers you won't find in Tesco. Service strikes that perfect balance between attentive and letting you get on with your meal. It's the kind of neighbourhood spot that makes you wonder why you ever bother with the chain places down Union Street.