With its marble bar, red chairs, jazz on the stereo, plentiful candles, and wooden shelves stacked with wine, Petrarca has a low-key sleekness, like somewhere out of midcentury Milan. The dishes on the menu seem to date from the same era (Caprese salad, prosciutto and melon, orecchiette with sausage and broccoli rabe), but they’re well-executed and the service is professional. Petrarca makes its own gelato—that machine behind the bar isn’t for frozen margaritas—and sells its own olive oil. The outdoor seating is among the neighborhood’s best.

 

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