"The people of Madison shall make a pilgrimage to the great restaurant, and bring their famine and strife to the wooden tables. But the cooks shall vanquish the hunger of the masses and the cups will runneth over with exquisite craft cocktails until all forget their misfortunes of days past." - Nostra[no]damus
So it is written, and Nostrano is the consummation of the prophecies of old.
"...their nostrils will be filled with the fragrance of savory snapper brodetto and grilled guinea hen. The braised pancetta will melt upon their tongues and the desserts of ganache and affogato will delight their palates."