I walk past this place every day but never actually noticed it until this morning. What’s remarkable about it is that, despite its name, it’s nowhere near Little Italy (note the Korean lettering on the sign above). Now, Little Italy’s great, but it’s not Italy. So I’m not sure why any restaurant would declare, in its name, that it aspires to be the neighborhood that aspires to be Italy. This is the culinary version of that one clone of Michael Keaton in Multiplicity that was really stupid because he was a copy of a copy.