"We’d like to sign a second lease at Prima’s gorgeous wooden bar, or at least crash for the night in one of the velvet booths and drink their olive oil-infused martinis until dawn. Prima is the sort of place people go to mark special occasions—or to feel like they’re marking one, even if it’s just dinner on a Tuesday night—and the room is almost always buzzing with family dinners, dates cozied up at the bar, and celebratory tables. In other words: Every meal at Prima feels like a party. Order the garlic bread that’s basically just a tiny pizza with a handful of nutty olives, and the meatballs swimming in a tart and tangy sauce showered with pecorino cheese. We’re proselytizers for Prima’s cioppino: an ocean of seafood that's covered in a rich broth tableside." - Tanya Edwards
