by Liz Robbins

Never has a restaurant opened at a more opportune time, hell having frozen over and over. Santina, tucked under the High Line and enclosed in a glass box designed by Renzo Piano, seems like a mirage. Yet the palm and orange trees are real, as are the Murano glass sunflower chandeliers.

Waiters dress in pastel polo shirts, white pants and sneakers, like deckhands on a yacht. Corny Italian music wafts over the birds of paradise perched in giant vases atop a Carrara marble bar brimming with fashionistas, food bloggers and financial types.

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