We were taken to Bamonte's by our friend George, whose family settled in Brooklyn before the revolutionary war. George grew up here and knows every street and eatery; and when we asked him where to find good Italian food, he didn't hesitate: "Bamonte's" was the answer. Not too fancy, but suave and comfortable, this is a place for cognoscenti. It is packed every night with New Yorkers who range from local families having big birthday parties to groups of cops in uniform; when we tell Al the parking-lot man that we drove all the way from Connecticut to eat here, he says, "That's nothing! We have people from Pennsylvania, too!"