Drawn to what he views as Italy's and Puerto Rico's shared emphasis on "family" (wait, so Puerto Ricans murder their simpleton siblings while they're fishing, too??), the restaurateur behind the rum-drenched Latineria known as Coco is opening Amore Mia, bringing a bevy of boot-based shareables to a 50-seat den of dark wood, azure walls, mahogany benches, and Italian knickknacks from teapots to antique pasta makers, because it's not like Ron Popeil has that much going on these days anyhow.
You and your bros (literal or otherwise) can start off with mozz-stuffed meatball sliders perched on goat-cheesed toasted buns, herb 'n cheese-stuffed mushroom caps in a sherry wine sauce, and bruschetta heaped with everything from caramelized onion & Gorgonzola to radicchio & spicy shrimp, who apparently weren't quite adorably obnoxious enough to get an appearance on Toddlers & Tiaras. From there, move on to larger selections like garlicky, oven-roasted chicken Vesuvio, pan-seared salmon nestled on a pile of zucchini ribbons, and housemade ravioli filled broccolini, Italian sausage & red pepper, or asiago, Chianti-braised beef & root veggies, cause it's obvious ?uestlove isn't eating them.
Those looking to braise themselves in wine will be doing so BYO-style, and sweets come courtesy of an Italian pastry chef whipping up tiramisu and cannolis using her mother's generations-old recipes, as when it comes to Italian "family", everyone gets their just desserts.