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Ride the lift to Piano Due (Italian for second floor) and immerse yourself in dishes like the rich-as-Croesus pappardelle alla cacciatora in Barolo-scented cream, and mushroom agnolotti under a buttery pow of porcini foam. Even if you aren’t old enough to feel the ghosts of the departed Palio with its Hans Hoffman chic, you might find the redo rather stodgy—yes, even with the vaulted ceiling chef-owner Michael Cetrulo brought from his Scalini Fedeli in Bouley’s original mini-cathedral space in Tribeca. Forget fun and hip (bring your own). It’s all about food here, about quintessential excess: poached-egg raviolo with truffle essence. Seafood risotto, a riot of flavor with the nuttiness of fried rock shrimp. Braised lobster on a splendid ragout of porcini, squash, fennel, and baby mussels. Pancetta-crusted scallops melting on the inside on yet another surprising risotto. Flubs are few: bread sliced too far in advance, the overcooked branzino, and decent enough pork shank that pales in this high-kicking company. Expensive, but worth the splurge. — Gael Greene