Do NOT order the Pork Gnocchi. It was incredibly disappointing. What was in my plate could fit in my palm. Not an exaggeration. When I saw what the waiter put in front of me, I thought you have got to be kidding me. I grew up on Long Island in an Italian house so I know a thing about gnocchi. These were cooked to a mush. They were like little balls of mashed potatoes. My wife gave me half of her chicken (which was excellent).