I suppose it doesn't make sense to order filet mignon or tilapia at an Italian-American restaurant that has been cooking delicious rigatoni and bruschetta and orechiette and black linguini and two-sausage pizza for 20 years. But, on this night, I had a taste for filet mignon. Tarantino's 10-ounce filet was seasoned, grilled and glistening with truffle butter, something right out of the best steakhouse in town. Medium well and tender. I couldn't have asked for more. My wife traces her bloodlines to northern Italy so the menu excited her from the grilled polenta to the apricot crusted rack of lamb with rosemary mashed potatoes and brussels sprouts. I passed up the high recommended mixed heirloom tomato salad with fresh mozzarella in favor of the parmesan shrimp. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a tasty shrimp dish. The filet mignon with mushrooms and asparagus and green beans and rosemary whipped potatoes was a culinary masterpiece. Next time I'll probably order the 16-ounce bone-in ribeye. Finally, we shared a wonderful plate of tiramisu. How can you dine at an Italian restaurant without trying the tiramisu? And would any self-respecting Italian restaurant not include home-made tiramisu on its menu?