"Will you be staying for dinner?" the greeter asked, a bit disingenuously, I thought afterward. Was she discouraging customers from dropping in for a snack? We replied in the affirmative, and were ushered into a long, narrow space. The laminated wood bar looked like it was once a bowling alley lane, and wine bottles were racked horizontally behind it, including Strobismo by Villa Paradiso, its label painted with a pair of mesmerizing female eyes. Repeated several places along the wall, it caused the diners perched on their stools to look up uneasily... More >>>