Colori Kitchen

Warm ciabatta arrives first, along with a garlic-garbanzo spread. Next, gorgeous slugs of burrata floating on fat wedges of heirloom tomato. A table away, Miss Lonelyhearts is nursing a lamb ragù as if each bite means salvation. Hope like that comes easily in this small, busy joint, where the calamari steaks are fork tender and pancetta peeks between strands of the spaghetti carbonara.