An intimate wood-burning oven pizza parlor deep in the east village. I went for the first time a few weeks ago, and ordered the panzanella (a big plate of well-seasoned cucumber, tomato, onion, mozzarella and crouton drizzled with olive oil and red wine vinegar) and tartufo pizza (portobellos pesto, asiago, rosemary and truffle oil), both of which were excellent. The space is dark - lit largely by candlelight - and trendy, and the service is across-the-board friendly. But stick with the appetizers and the pizzas: judging by the over-sauced pappardelle with prosciutto and bland, slightly over-cooked pollo al forno ordered by my dining companions, the fish and pasta aren't worth the price. Great happy hour ($4 beer, wine and well drinks) every day from 5-8.