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With glitzy chandeliers, a few striking murals and track lighting over the bar, Destino can feel more like a suburban Italian restaurant than something you’d find in Manhattan—although its location near the United Nations is somewhat apropos. Entertainment comes free with your meal and typically consists of a dead ringer for Louis Armstrong belting out “standards” against a backdrop of red velvet curtains. The menu doesn’t take any risks, and the likes of chicken parmigiana and pasta marinara dominate—but Mario’s meatballs are large and light.