Malatesta Trattoria
A sliver of a room on Washington Street turning out handmade pasta with the unfussy confidence of a place that's never needed to try hard.
The pappardelle arrives glistening, ribbons thick enough to hold the ragu without drowning in it. Tables sit close, the crowd skews local, and the pace never rushes past comfortable. It's the kind of Italian spot that doesn't announce itself, it just keeps cooking well.
Best for: Low-key date nights and neighborhood regulars who want honest pasta without the fuss













