Sheaths of silky fabric undulate along the ceiling, giving the romantically lit room the feel of a sultan’s tent. On weekends, it remains a popular fuel station before an evening of cocktails on Little Italy’s lounge-packed strip. The dated trattoria menu reads like a compendium of early ’90s clichés—think rosé sauce and balsamic glaze—but eggplant parmigiana makes for a nice starter with spicy tomato sauce, mozzarella and parmesan. A generous bowl of penne is bathed in a zippy tomato sauce with juicy slices of homemade sausage. Two jumbo shrimp and a tube of calamari are enlivened by a sharp lemon-caper sauce, but at $28, the portion disappoints. A steeply marked-up wine list features barolos older than most of the clientele. Mains $22–$34.