All sorts of things borrow their name from trees, from ATL's Dogwood Festival, to the movie Willow, to Christmas. For an Italian joint paying homage to the olive variety, hit Baroni.
Scheduled to begin serving this week, Baroni's a casually rustic trattoria located in a former Wolfgang Puck setup, now featuring a 40-seat private area with b&w photos of ladies, a VW Beetle sitting in the covered front patio, and a main dining room with a live, almost-namesake Barouni olive tree, mint green double-sided banquettes (w/ fresh herbs growing in soil packed in between), and a 12-seat "Da Vinci Table", at which you shouldn't bust out your Vitruvian Man impression, lest it be your Last Supper. Start with veal meatballs, calamari fritti, or a seasonal salumi antipasto plate, then move to lunch paninis like grilled lamb w/ goat cheese; you can also hit the mozzarella bar to whip up your own creation starting with buffalo, Fior di latte, domestic burrata, or seasoned ciliegine, then add prosciutto, speck, or bresaola -- beef which is a salted and air-dried, drastically cutting down on paper towel waste. Pizzas come in nine pre-set options like the Capricciosa (tomato, ham, 'shrooms, olives, artichoke, mozz), along with spicy salami-stuffed calzones, breaded veal & chicken cotelettes, orange herb-sauced lamb loin chop, plus pasta dishes like clam/shrimp/zucchini linguini, and Canneloni w/ short ribs, presumably because Canneloni's too short to ride the Scream Machine.
Come imbibing time, pick one of 50 wines from their wire-screened wood cabinet, or grab drafts (Sam Adams Summer, Moretti, Abita Andygator),and bottles like Chimay, Warsteiner, Duvel, and Three Philosophers -- a name reminiscent of the biblical Three Kings, who themselves were named after that totally underrated Marky Mark movie.