Walk into the courtyard here, and you’ll know you’re in for a good time. Lights twinkle, wine glasses tinkle, and on our visit, a nearby table was serenaded—in Italian. At the end of the courtyard, a cozy cottage encloses the bar while an intimate dining room to the side sports a pizza oven painted with flames. That oven turns out crusty loaves of bread and chewy pizzas with epicurean toppings (porcini, Burrata, prosciutto di Parma). The menu is extensive, and best perused with vino in one hand and an antipasti platter within reach. The cioppino on our visit was so restorative, we’re heading back for more homey fare: Mamma Carmela’s meatballs are calling. Lunch and dinner Tues.–Sun., brunch Sat.–Sun.