Go for the white pizza in your white tee, drawing stares from the Vivienne Westwood-clad working moms.
Wood-burning oven has us scarfing thin crust pizzas and shouting for "da vino."
Italian soups, cherished chopped salami Leon salad, and desserts done right with no fuss, no attitude—and no cameras, please.
Atop the cherrywood floors, beneath the high ceilings, back lot despots and desperate housewives make up the typical munchers.
Environs are upscale rustic. Garlic lovers be there, vampires beware!
Familiar faces stuffed with bistecca alla Fiorentina and ricotta cheesecake.
Tasty slabs of meat perfectly charred in wood-burning oven.
Penthouse vistas of the sunset and sprawl almost overshadow the Italian steakhouse eats like sinful short-rib ravioli.
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