Trattoria alle Langhe

If for some reason The New Yorker established a restaurant, this would be its brainchild. All that candle lit, intimate table, Bell Époque, bullshit we just can’t get enough of. Dark woods and vintage magazine covers- posted on the walls, accentuate the stylish, yet hassle-free, atmosphere. Start with an antipasto, climax with a must-have risotto, and top it off with sorbet… Foodgasm!. If you can afford this Piemontese feast, you’ll come running back.