Unlike the hypothetical chickens who cross the road just for the hell of it, the folks from Riccardo Trattoria have a legit reason for heading across Clark St: to bring you Riccardo Enoteca, a laid-back, wine-sipping sibling that looks like the library of an Italian sea captain with its dark woods, black 'n white nautical photographs, and books... er, actually, no books. So maybe an illiterate Italian sea captain
Anchoring the kitchen is an imposing wood-burning oven that hates Omar Epps flicks but also turns out medium-thick pan pizzas with classic topping schemes like porcini/ Gorgonzola, caramelized onion, though they're pushing the oven beyond 'za, whether its browning up skewers of assorted Italian sausages or melting the mozz atop a tower of lasagna. They'll also be deep on shareable snacks like garbanzo flour crepes w/ lamb sausage and fava beans (insert completely dead-on Hannibal impersonation here), and they're baking their own breads, like the focaccia for roasted porchetta 'wiches
The 70-bottle wine list is about half Italian, though desserts like the seasonal fruit-appointed Torta della Nonna, literally "grandma's cake", will make it a lot harder to get to your other side.
Stop for the Gas, Stay for the Grub