I had a fantastic meal in Milan about five years ago at Don Giovanni (I'm pretty sure that was the name, but it could have been Don Quixote), pretty much a block or either way to La Scala (the opera house) and Il Duomo (the cathedral).
Great use of seasonal ingredients (it was fall: chestnuts, trevisano), outstanding pheasant in brandy sauce.
                    
                        
                            
What is patriotism, but the love of good things we ate in our childhood? 
-- Lin Yutang