I haven't eaten there

But this quote from Frank Bruni's NYTimes review makes me pretty wary:

"But while Balthazar’s evocation of a brasserie bespoke an adoration of France, Morandi’s incarnation of a trattoria suggests something more like amusement with Italy. The restaurant strikes an odd tone, starting with the recorded voice on the phone line, as broadly accented as that of Father Guido Sarducci on an old episode of “Saturday Night Live,” and extending to row upon row of straw-bottomed Chianti bottles lining the walls. Is this tribute or burlesque?"

I think I'll stick with my tried and true and new: Babbo, Lupa, Sistina, Sfoglia.... and lately, Mr. Harris has been urging me to re-try Bar Pitti.