Can the word "rustic" be applied to an establishment just steps south of Canal Street? To a townhouse squeezed between an Irish bar and a plumbing supply store, with a sidewalk café shaded by a lone tree, where Hudson River breezes mingle with the effluvia of trucks inching toward the Holland Tunnel? Yet there's something of the country trattoria at Pepolino, and to prove it, lines of nostalgic expats chattering in Italian queue up on a Saturday evening in late August hoping... More >>>