Sofia's: When the wiseguy-looking type at the bar holds up two fingers, he is not saying “peace.” He’s just ordering a double—of the good stuff no doubt. Sofia’s is the kind of place where people who somehow got tickets to the show that’s been sold out since before it opened come for drinks and dinner beforehand. They greet each other by simultaneously kissing cheeks, shaking hands, and patting each other’s backs before sitting down to mangia. The menu is classic Italian. You know, the kind of food Michael Corleone served at his son’s communion party—veal marsala, tortellini Sofia, and Napoleons for dessert. The downstairs piano lounge hosts a rotating venue of performers that once included a singing “Sopranos” star. Coincidence? Better keep your mouth shut if you know what’s good for you. |
