Pronounced with a long "a" so it doesn’t sound like a much raunchier version of a Daddy Yankee song, Asellina’s a square sanctuary of Italian eats with a sexy glow from backlit mirrors wrapped around white oak-accented terra cotta walls, which lend it a far more casual look than both next-door neighbor/sister resto STK, and the original location in NYC's Flatiron district, where folks take their perms seriously.

Lunch'll begin next week, and include wood-fired meatballs w/ cheese fonduta, flatbreads including sausage w/ broccolini & smoked mozzarella, spinach tagliatelle w/ three-meat ragu, and paninis like prosciutto w/ pickled 'shrooms & Val D'Aosta cheese, although not the kind that city makes from giving everybody driving to Daytona Beach a ticket.

For later, there're cold apps like ahi tartar w/ cantaloupe, and beef carpaccio in lemon vinaigrette, plus pick-three meat/cheese plates (sopressata to fennel salame; pecorino to Taleggio), and pork belly w/ cannellini beans, homemade lasagna, and a burger w/ Fontina & truffle fries from their special "On The Board" menu, so don’t expect to see Erick Dampier on there anytime soon.  

Because recent studies have revealed that people enjoy alcohol, you'll find light bevs like the Bombay/ Lillet Blanc/ St. Germain "Delicata", plus stronger dousings such as the "Contessa" w/ Cognac, creme de cacao, fresh sour, and bitters, which also describes the group of unhappy people who live in NYC’s Supercuts district.