Owner Tony Crescente and younger brother–maitre d' Carlo offer a genuinely simpatico dining experience, practically exhorting you to mangia, and sending you off with a chorus of ciaos. The kitchen serves sterling Italian favorites like salmon marinated in citrus, olive oil, and basil; lemony veal piccata; gnocchetti in velvety four-cheese sauce with a blush of tomato; or seafood grill in parsley-garlic-lemon sauce. Enjoy grappa at the marble bar of Il Bacio lounge,
which is lined with wooden wine racks (the impressive selection isn't overly Italian-centric). The patio juts over the harbor; the moonlight (abetted by a soundtrack of Bocelli to Bennett) would transform any amorous coward into a Casanova.