Had a reservation at North Square last night, which I haven't been to since it changed names. Strolled in a little before 8, took a look at the crowd, decided it was a little sedate and grim. Took a moment, walked across the street to Babbo, they said "20 minutes". Called my sidekick while she was in the cab, hung out for 15 minutes, got a table for two. Much better, I'm sure, though I still don't understand the cult of Mario. It was a fine meal (whole Brazino fish, grilled with a terribly bitter "lemon jam" thankfully served on the side; she had the braised short rib. Note the use of the singular noun there). But not blow-away.