La Casa Delicatessen

You'll find yourself down one of those narrow Grainger Market passages, past the fishmonger and the vintage stall, and suddenly you're in this cosy Italian corner that feels like you've wandered into someone's proper front room. The counter's laden with cured meats and cheeses that actually matter—the kind where they can tell you which hillside the prosciutto came from. It's the sort of place where you grab a glass of Barbera or a Negroni and stand elbow-to-elbow with locals who know what they're doing, picking at mortadella whilst the owner fusses over every detail.