Description
The Upper West Side is one of the city's best people-watching zones, as denizens and visitors stride up and down its broad boulevards--well, there's at least one actual boulevard, and that's Broadway. Anyway, in fine weather, an Italian restaurant with the quizzical name of Trattoria Machiavelli (there's a tortured explanation on the menu, but I'm not buying it) puts hordes of tables out on the canopied sidewalk, where you can enjoy the bounty that flows from its kitchen: exemplary small pizzas, beet ravioli, and a buffalo mozzarella salad.
