Bellacarne means "beautiful meat," and that's the focus of this Jewish Ghetto newcomer, though the double entendre is that it's also what a Jewish Italian grandmother might say while pinching her grandchild's cheek. The kosher kitchen makes its own pastrami—a decent version of what one might find in Jewish delis in NYC. The difference is that the meat is served on its own, thinly sliced, at room temperature, and on a platter with mustard—much like cured meats
are served in Italy. It's culturally on point, though it might leave you longing for two slices of rye bread to make a sandwich. Try the fried artichokes, the shawarma with hummus, and chopped Israeli salad. The dining room is tranquil and lovely, but the kitchen is still working out a few kinks.