Four corners of Palermo’s, served with intention. Wood, fire, brine, and a wine list you’ll want to argue about.
The crust. The cocktails. The chaos in the best way. Palermo's feels like a Saturday night you'll talk about all year.
A martini that actually means business and a Sicilian slice that made me text my mother. Bravissimo.
It's rare to find a room that feels effortless and elevated at once. The dirty martini is worth a second one.
I came for the pizza and stayed three hours past the second espresso. Everything about this place hums.
The sfincione is a small, golden miracle. The wine list is a love letter to Etna.
If a room could hug you, this is the room. We'll be back, loudly, often.
Reserve a table for opening week. We’ll save you a martini and a corner.