"Dining at this Italian restaurant in Capitol Hill feels like entering a world where bad days don’t exist. Diners are snugly packed into tomato-red cushioned booths, trading in the day's passive aggressive emails for zesty lemon-butter chicken piccata and rich and velvety blood orange crème brûlées. The restaurant is always bustling with regulars who know to book weeks in advance so as to not get stuck eating dinner at 9:30pm. But it doesn’t really matter when you eat—or what you eat, because each bowl of truffle butter alfredo and spicy seafood tagliatelle is here to remind you that while not every problem has a solution, pasta is always there to make it just a little better." - omnia saed
Nina Palazzolo
