Olive

They say three's the magic number, which is kinda ridiculous, as Steve Francis is, like, the only guy who's worn it in a while, and he hasn't even been there since '06. For a chef counting on it bearing out more demonstrably, check out Olive

The latest eatery from the chef previously of ChriStevens and Astral Plane Millennium, Olive's located in the cozy confines of the former Ava, offers a rustic, tile-floored interior packed with two-/four-tops covered in white linens, and serves up a menu akin to Tiger Woods, in that it pulls a little from a lot of cultures and can't drive an Escalade. The app lineup includes filet on rosemary skewers (marinated bits o' mignon grilled on sticks and drizzled with raw green tomato salsa), white fish empanadas stuffed with snapper, tomatoes, green olives, green onions, garlic, and thyme, served with a red tomato salsa, plus a creamy orange yogurt-topped salad full of apples, figs, and dates, which are far more hilarious when they're blind, involve some outrageous activity, and're hosted by Roger Lodge. Entrees continue the "lil' bit of everything approach" with Chicken Chipotle (sauteed bird in a homemade sauce with Oaxaca cheese), Pasta Olive (ziti and a predictable array of olives), and a monk fish ossobucco with stewed tomatoes, kalamata olives, capers, and olive oil, the first time she's been involved with a caper since Popeye became a CPA

Like a lonely 16 year old, Olive doesn't have a license so it's BYO for now, though if you come in empty handed they'll thoughtfully spot you a glass of red or white. Meanwhile, a rotating list of desserts includes cheesecakes, chocolate amaretto tiramasu, and a double chocolate mousse cake, though tackling them all will give you an entirely different kind of three: chins