So this is the famous Trattoria Nervosa, huh? Sad to say that I could not have possibly come away anymore disappointed after my first (and more than likely only) visit to this Yorkville institution. Our server, who was nothing extraordinary by any margin, was the best part of our visit. I can appreciate the ambiance might appeal to couples in their early 20's who don't know better or to boomers who are too tired to care- looks much more like a 2000's coffee shop that'd play Norah Jones on repeat than any Trattoria I've been to. Upgrade your interior. Anyone with a functional or refined palate would be better served going to most any other Italian eatery in the city (except Enoteca Sociale and Buca, which while both significantly better (but nowhere near great), are nowhere near worth the prices). This spot is incredibly cramped and uncomfortable, not to mention loud. Drinks were probably the most lacklustre/uninspired representations of what they were supposed to be that I've ever had. Onto the star of the show... the food... the focaccia is just a joke- can get better at any grocery. The best things I had were the kale salad and burrata over tomatoes- and even those weren't even remotely approaching great. Sorry, but these pizzas were akin to soggy frozen ones I've had- and I'm sure I've had better frozen pizzas than what we had here. We had the funghi and nduja. Pretty shocked by how incredibly bland the pizzas were and by the amateur cook on them. Then the pastas... the Bolognese was about the saddest representation of that classic dish I've ever had. I can't exactly place it... maybe it's that the ragu isn't cooked down long enough to develop a really deep flavour, but it just tasted like about the most carelessly put together Bolo I've had. If you guys ever find an anonymous jar of Bolo on your doorstep, know it'll be made by me and intended for you to study how the stuff ought to taste. The mafalde al funghi was half decent, but honestly just tasted like it was doused in Campbell's canned cream of mushroom soup with some sliced shrooms for garnish. The namesake Risotto Nervosa was overcooked, nowhere near creamy/starchy enough, with a farmyard-tasting, seemingly reheated (definitely not fresh), piece of beef atop. Darn, what a waste of money... I could make every single one of these things 20 times better at home. These are the types of spots I so regret visiting and giving my business to, when reflecting on the (lack of) quality. Again, a decent date spot for people who don't know or better or who just crave being seen, but for anyone looking for some half-decent Italian grub, do yourself a massive solid and look elsewhere.