This hole-in-the-wall, pasta-only place has limited seating and a high turnover of office workers on their lunch breaks. Join the perennial queue, order one of three daily pastas with sauces and grab a seat (if there’s one available). You have to bus your own table, Seattle-style, at the end. Wine and bread provide welcome accompaniments.
The only drawback? The frustratingly limited opening hours can invoke weekend withdrawal symptoms in people addicted to their pasta.