Editorial Review

Pleasant, reasonable, low key Italiano chillin' near the big, bad Time Warner behemoth - a rare find in the hectic wasteland of West 57th St. Meaty portobello tagliata in sweet balsamic starts off right, before hearty gnocci finishes you off proper. White brick, white tablecloths, calm wooden notes, and lots of Chianti bottles everywhere for inspiration. Men in crisp suits chat with respectable, older blondes at lunch, while the affable chef swings by to say hello to elegant regulars. Catch the Brown Lloyd James crew reading their latest work in the New York Times Op Ed section while nibbling on choice mozzarella di bufala. A neat, well brewed espresso completes the routine.