Siena’s alchemy is more than just its gilded interiors or its perfectly al dente linguine all’astice. It has that ineffable quality, that magnetism, that makes a place feel inevitable. Did Abdelhedi set out to create a fashion restaurant? “It wasn’t about that,” he says, shaking his head. “It was about creating a beautiful, inspiring space.” Of course, the fashion world noticed, and Siena became the unofficial post-show canteen for those who matter. The room is full of designers, musicians, athletes, and artists drawn to its elegant chaos. Rihanna, Kendall Jenner, and Jared Leto have all been spotted here. Leonardo DiCaprio once asked for a last-minute private gathering for 100 guests in Siena’s speakeasy lounge, a request the team somehow managed to fulfil.
By the time the week’s last show has wrapped, Siena has fully transformed into an institution of the night. It is less a restaurant at this hour and more a fever dream: plates pushed aside, cocktails multiplying, the crowd swaying between velvet booths as a DJ spins an impeccable mix of house and disco. It is a place to see and be seen, yes, but it is also a place people actually want to be—an important distinction in a city where exclusivity can sometimes outpace enjoyment.
