When I think of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin and the rest of the Rat Pack sitting in a private room of a restaurant after a performance, I think of DeBlasio's. Dark paneled walls, large paintings of Italy , dimly lit, and veal dishes out the ying yang. I come here when I want to indulge in cooking like grandma cooked. Here, frying is not bad like say a large order of fries at the O in Oakland. I had a dish of veal, lightly sauteed in a little olive oil after dusted with a little flour, lightly seasoned, and served still sizzling. The only added touch by me was a squeeze of fresh lemon and the dish was complete. This is the only way to eat veal. Please never let me hear of anyone slathering veal with sauce and cheese. A side of green beans and a salad and my meal was complete.