G Spot

That's right, balls — as in homemade, secret-family-recipe Italian meatballs made from ground beef, pork, and veal. Three big ones landed on our table piping hot, slathered in herb-flecked marinara, and dusted with Parmesan. I loved them straight-up and dunked in tomato sauce, but you can also order them Grinder-style, on focaccia with melted provolone.

The dinner menu has a lot of the lunch offerings, with a few extras. (Prices don't go up at night, either; everything is around 8 to 11 bucks.) I couldn't wait to get my hands — and my mouth — on the eggplant, zucchini, and blue-cheese-filled empanadas, which arrived fragrant and flaky, with a side of pesto for dipping. Meanwhile, the Brie bruschetta was truly as sinful as a dessert. There were two large slices to a plate, with creamy cheese; fat, dried cranberries; and crisp, thin slices of apple covered in caramelized sugar, à la crème brûlée.

A couple weeks ago on a Friday night, Lisa G was filled with casual, stylish young couples sipping wine, and a big table of friendly guys next to me was raving about one of the specials, a luscious banana caramel panna cotta. Service was swift, lighting was soft. It was unpretentious but very, very cool. The air was filled with delicious smells, electronic beats, and laughter.

I felt right at home.