01 — The Story
two cuisines.
one long evening.
Santo Mio was born from a simple frustration: too many places to eat, too few places that stay with you. We wanted somewhere that smelled of charred chillies in the morning and tasted of negronis at midnight.
A Mexitalian table — handmade pasta tangled with smoked salsa, mezcal stirred into amaro, the slow heat of the oven and the fast spark of a live band. Soulful food, served in a room you don't want to leave.
"this feels like london — without going into london."
