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Glass doors shrouded in white pleated curtains offer few clues to the scene inside this unassuming Financial District restaurant. Most of the action takes place downstairs, amidst jade-green walls and wine racks. The style is cribbed from a Little Italy playbook, replete with jovial welcomes from the owners and hefty portions. Despite pricing that’s slanted toward corporate cardholders, there are plenty of complimentary offerings here. Upon seating, everyone receives plates of antipasto: Fried zucchini coins, thin and crispy as potato chips; grilled long peppers; and craggy hunks of Parmesan surrounded by rounds of spicy sopresatta. Entrees skew rich and heavy. Pounded cutlets are served in countless styles; one of the most decadent is veal layered with prosciutto and sauced with thin pesto and melted fontina. A trolley rolls around with digestifs post-meal; grappa, traditional or steeped with dried fruit, is not only more interesting than tiramisu, it’s on the house. — Krista Garcia

Scallopini alla Genovese, $24