The space itself is a character. It’s grand, with high ceilings and a buzz that hums like a well-tuned engine. Think 1920s glamour meets modern Italian nonchalance. You half expect a Vespa to zip through the dining room.
And then there’s the bar. Oh, the bar. It’s enormous, all marble and mirrored glamour. You could get lost ordering a Negroni there, and honestly, you might want to. I sat down, and the first thing I noticed was the staff. They’re not just servers; they’re performers.
They know the menu like a favourite song. They’ll joke with you, lean in conspiratorially, and suggest the pasta that “Gino himself would eat.” That’s a dangerous line, by the way. I fell for it immediately.
The Food: More Than Just a TV Star’s Gimmick
Let’s cut to the chase: the food is genuinely good. I don’t say that lightly. Celebrity restaurants can feel like a cash grab, right? You pay for the name, eat a mediocre burger, and leave questioning your life choices. Not here.
I started with the Polpette—meatballs in a tomato sauce so rich it could double as a love letter. The bread was crusty, the sauce was slick, and I may have growled at my friend when she reached for the last one. Sorry, Sarah.
LUCIANO BY GINO D'ACAMPO, London - 2026 Reviews & Information
Then came the pasta. I ordered the Spaghetti alla Nerano. It’s a simple dish—zucchini, pecorino, basil—but wow. It’s creamy without being heavy, fresh without being boring. Each twirl felt like a little victory. Is it the best pasta in London? I mean, maybe? I’m not declaring war on the Soho trattorias, but it’s competitive.
