Owner Tony Crescente and younger brother–maitre d' Carlo offer a simpatico dining experience, practically exhorting you to mangia and sending you off with a chorus of ciaos. There's some decorative formaggio (cheese): murals of grape clusters and cavorting cherubs, paintings of the Amalfi Coast, and "una finestra sul mare" ("window to the sea") stenciled redundantly over arches opening onto the harbor. The kitsch doesn't extend to the kitchen. Sterling Italian favorites include salmon marinated in citrus, olive oil, and basil; lemony veal piccata; gnocchetti in velvety four-cheese sauce with a blush of tomato; and seafood grill in parsley-garlic-lemon sauce. Enjoy grappa at the marble bar of Il Bacio lounge amid its wooden wine racks (the impressive selection isn't overly Italian-centric). The patio juts over the harbor, and moonlight, abetted by a soundtrack of Bocelli to Bennett, can transform an amorous coward into a Casanova.