You may miss Hut’s, but you’d be remiss if you didn’t pay a visit to this upscale red-sauce joint. As you’d expect from McGuire Moorman, every detail is attended to, from the lampshade chandeliers and vintage family photos to the red-jacketed servers. As for the enticing menu, best of luck choosing. Or do like we did and order almost all of it, a decision that resulted in our waddling out the door laden with to-go boxes full of luxe pappardelle with black truffle, grilled prawns awash in vinegar and butter, at least a pound of chicken parmigiana, and even a few house-made mozzarella sticks.