Vincenzo Trattoria

You'll smell the garlic and basil before you even spot the entrance on St Ann Street. Inside, it's all exposed brick and worn leather banquettes that feel lived-in rather than designed, like someone's Italian uncle opened his front room and started serving strangers. The kind of place where the staff actually argue about football in Italian behind the bar. The pizza bases have that perfect char-to-chew ratio that only comes from someone who genuinely gives a toss about dough, and their pasta portions are generous enough to fuel a proper night out in town. Skip the fancy stuff - their cacio e pepe is flawless, and the margherita pizza is exactly what it should be: simple, honest, and better than it has any right to be for the price.