There's no question that the food is terrific at Vivo, a restaurant that unfortunately gets lost in the shuffle during discussions of Randolph Street restaurants. Flanked by the minimalist Sushi Wabi and across the street from the flamboyant Marche, it's easy to see why. But that's no excuse. Vivo more than holds its own, offering a trendy and romantic spot for young date-goers.

You'll find favored Italian starters like antipasti, bruschetta and mussles. Pasta entrees include black linguine with lump crabmeat and shells with spicy chicken sausage, broccoli and sun-dried tomatoes; veal, duck, seafood and lamb round out the entrees, priced reasonably, most below $25.

But a discussion of Vivo wouldn't be complete without a mention of the famous Table 70. Situated in a converted elevator shaft and flooded in sexily dim lighting, the city's most sought-after table comes with curtains that provide primo privacy for groups of two to six who want to down carpaccio discreetly. If your last name isn't Winfrey, call to reserve the table as soon as possible; it gets booked months in advance.