As a child, Sunday mornings were spent helping my mother make gnocchi for our lunch. Wherever I find them on the menu, I am likely to order them. The ones at Piola, and the sauce on them, were indistinguishable from homemade. Don't get me wrong, we've had some very good and creative plates (as well as some horrible "facsimiles") elsewhere, but when it comes to typical and excellent Italian fare, Piola's dishes are as good as what I've eaten at home and in favorite trattorie. The only shortcoming was the server, clearly junior league covering during the slow afternoon (there were only two tables seated). It reassures us that service at busier times is likely to be far better; the manager kept an eye on our server, coaxing him how to do his work better.