"Riccardo Enoteca, a pipsqueak Italian restaurant that pins down the exact aesthetic of Lincoln Park, Chicago. It’s got a tiled name-plate pizza oven, a tiny bar, and about five tables jammed into an itty-bitty space. It offers remarkable charcuterie (including prosciutto, which my father insists on pronouncing 'bra-shoot'), bomb-ass old-timey pasta, and too-bright bathrooms too close to the kitchen with one-ply toilet paper and antiseptic pink soap. Spirits of the infamous prohibition-era St. Valentine’s Day Massacre of 1929 are said to haunt the restaurant." - ByClaire Carusillo
