“Are those mushrooms?” “Roasted mushrooms topped with a fried egg, pancetta, and ricotta salata. They make their own cheese here. You must be from out of town,” the gentleman says with a quizzical look in his eyes. I don’t tell him I walked by the restaurant four times before finding the entrance. I drop my satchel and climb onto the bar stool, still eyeing the ricotta salata, “I’m attending a business development seminar at Urban Zen.” He leaned in a little closer, “Well, you can’t leave this restaurant without trying the mushrooms. It’s their signature dish. And then you must have the spaghetti. It’s not your typical spaghetti. They make the pasta on the premises. We come here two or three times a week and…