At the risk of sounding as tacky as the guy who admits he eats at Hooters for the view, I must be blunt: I go to Pasta Brioni for the gorgeous waiters. Yeah, I'm guilty: I stop in for spaghetti and meatballs knowing that my meal comes to me courtesy of a dark-haired, doe-eyed, drop dead beautiful man. It's been said that Pasta Brioni owner Brian Ruggiero hires only cute Italian guys from New Jersey,... More >>>