by Sara Ventiera

On a recent Sunday night, a cacophonous buzz spilled out of the dining room at L'Amico (849 Avenue of the Americas; 212-201-4065), through the open doors and out onto the Chelsea street. Tourists and locals traipsed across the neutral multi-hued triangular tiles, trying to get a peek at the action between courses.

Media types occupied the rounded brown leather banquettes flanking the side of the restaurant. Servers clad in denim shirts and dark wash jeans skirted in and out carrying wooden trays of crostini, cast-iron serving ware with fishtails spilling over the edges, and plates overflowing with bubbling pizzas.

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