The two-story restaurant transports guests to Lake Como circa 1960 with emerald drapery, high gloss teak woodwork and Murano glass chandeliers. A second floor dining room is anchored by deep teal wall paneling inset with golden antique mirrors, and curved booths flanked with lush layers of Italian terra cotta planters. The food is terrific. The views are sublime. The wine list—a Nebbiolo nerd’s cherry-toned, vertical-vintage playground—is deep and dreamy.

The menu runs the gamut from carpaccios to pizzas to pastas and hefty steaks. One can either choose to go lightly into that carb-y night with elegant dishes like a squash carpaccio topped with agrodolce and pumpkin seeds and a tuna crudo with artichoke hearts, or chuck it all and double-down on the belly-filling dishes. The pastas (like the spicy lobster cappellini and the fusilli Genovese) will make you leave the South Beach diet in the rear-view (and feel a thousand-times better for it.) Pizzas come topped with salumi, little neck clams and of course truffle while mains like a Veal Milanese and ribeye Tagliata are big enough to share. The gelato program here is strong, with dishes of the pistachio and olive oil flavors providing an unctuous end to the feast.