Pete’s Downtown (CLOSED)

Through the plate-glass windows at Pete’s, you can take in the looming bulk of the Brooklyn Bridge, the swirling waters of the East River and what Walt Whitman called the “tall masts of Mannahatta.” Some of the superfilling traditional Italian food is swell, too. Fried appetizers are perfectly crisp, from calamari to the Tower of Carrozza (a stack of mozzarella patties that resembles the Michelin Man). Entrées were less consistent: Gnocchi alla sorrentina with mozzarella and marinara sauce was blissfully light, but Pete’s namesake shrimp dish arrived overloaded with linguine, broccoli, mushrooms, garlic and oily sun-dried tomatoes. Never mind—there’s always that view.