Billing itself as an Italian chophouse, this addition to the Montrose Collective is still drawing in the crowds. Expect live music—piano when we visited—a handsome bar, several dining areas, and the sounds of folks having a fine time. Several of our orders got thumbs-up from our party: an imaginative treatment of burrata (a globe of the creamy cheese arrived surrounded by pumpkin seeds, mango, spicy coppa, and basil oil); an impressive 12-ounce tomahawk pork chop, its tender meat presented off the bone next to a mini pitcher of sweet/spicy sauce; and rigatoni alla vodka (served with the classic creamy tomato sauce and finished with Parmesan). A side dish of “southern peas” almost stole the show, though: think black-eyed  peas touched with a bit of char and sweetness. Two dishes were less successful: a salad of tough, overly mature treviso (a relative of radicchio) as well as chewy calamari in an otherwise fine combo of fregola (tidy pearls of pasta) augmented with golden raisins, pine nuts, and capers.