It's an Italian Restaurant in NYC. Here's a review of the place:
The Scene
A tony and prosperous crowd bustles through the door nightly and is greeted by the affable owner Giuliano Zuliani, who seems to know every client by name. Tables are neighborly--and it can get loud, but it's a gregarious loud, not a drumming one.
The Food
The menu reads like those at dozens of other northern Italian spots around town; the difference is dishes here are dead-on authentic, just the way you always hope they'll be. It might be vitello Abruzzese, perfectly cooked veal layered with rosy prosciutto, fresh peas and sage, risotto under a blizzard of white truffles or pristine roasted sea bass with a drizzle of herbed olive oil. Pastas are unfailingly good: Look for the fettucine with a stellar cast of Mediterranean shellfish in a briny, basil-laced broth, linguine with clams and mussels and orecchiette with garlicky broccoli rape. Desserts are limited but satisfying.
Mmmmm - sounds good!
