Market feels more like a bumping apartment party than an Italian restaurant, so come here if you're looking for a high-energy space near the beach. They play fun nu-disco playlists, the lights are always dim, and Westsiders in expensive linen drink white wine and amaro like it's Evian. It's definitely a flashy place (the NeueHouse across the street doesn't help), but Market is a proper sit-down spot rather than somewhere to drink and be seen. The menu is inspired by Italian aperitivo, but the dishes are a lot heavier than a bowl of olives, like fluffy cacio e pepe fritters dusted in parmesan and pork ribs slathered in a sweet-salty black garlic molasses. We prefer the pasta menu, though, which features a chewy strozzapreti in a nutty, cheesy white pesto and the lumache coated in a thin, spicy vodka sauce.