Ted G.
Google
An upscale Italian place that ditched the starched white tablecloths in favor of effortless cool—buzzing, stylish, and somehow still cozy. Let the hosts get you in like family and magically find you a table despite the crowd. All the polish, none of the pretension, with warm lights, louder laughter, and the kind of confidence that says, yes, we’re busy—and yes, we’ve got room for you.
They keep it refreshingly simple at the bar: just beer and wine, no cocktails trying to steal the spotlight. A preferred starter - the Mozzarella Fresca arrives like a soft-spoken showstopper—pillowy, impossibly fresh, and gently glistening as if it was made moments ago, it's simple, pristine, and quietly unforgettable. I found the fiocchi to be executed with the kind of precision that deserves a pause of appreciation—delicate little parcels, perfectly tender, and unapologetically elegant. Inside, the pear brings a gentle, honeyed sweetness that never oversteps, just softly rounds each bite with warmth and balance. The lasagna arrives generously sized and impossibly soft, with layers so light and fluffy they almost melt at the fork. It’s bathed in a rich, comforting marinara that wraps everything together—bright, savory, and deeply satisfying without weighing the dish down.
From the thoughtfully prepared dishes and well-chosen wine to the impressively fast, gracious service, the entire experience felt seamless, satisfying, and effortlessly enjoyable. Cheers!