Call Me Gaby

Miami’s track record of bad Italian restaurants means even the decent ones stand out. So, sure, Call Me Gaby in Miami Beach may be slightly overpriced and the oblong-shaped pinsas may be forgettable, but you can count on the place whenever you need somewhere to celebrate a birthday or graduation with your family. The picnic-style tables and Lilly Pulitzer-esque throw pillows make the place nice enough for a lunch or dinner that requires forced smiles. And the pastas are reliable, like the pappardelle in a bolognese sauce that has a slight sweetness to balance out the meat. Just book a table ahead of time. If you come without a reservation, expect to be seated on the outdoor couches with low tables that force you to eat your crispy focaccia hunched over like a gremlin.