"Around the corner—or the perfect cicchetti crawl distance—from Do Mori, All’Arco offers none of its neighbor’s ambiance but all of its local cred. Fight your way to the linoleum counter for bread heaped with prosciutto or topped with a generous smear of creamy, truffle-laced cheese, or more of that delicious salt cod. And as with most tiny bacari, All’Arco is standing room only." - Vogue