My pal Michael grew up in Bensonhurst in an Italian American family, so it wasn't hard to predict what he'd order. The menu called it "handcut Italian fennel sausage" ($16), but what the hell did "handcut" mean in this context? We sat perched on the edge of our brown leather banquette, surveying the cavernous red room propped up with gold columns that glinted in the flickering candlelight. The room had once been Oro Bleu, a decent Italian restaurant that catered, during lunchtime at least, to expense accounters from the advertising agencies that have made Hudson Street their home. But Oro Bleu was often empty at night, and we wondered if Dani was destined to... More >>>