Trattoria Rucola has taught us a simple truth: we’d surely eat more salads if they all came with smoky bacon. The smell of garlic wafting onto Krakowskie Przedmieście will undoubtedly lure you in, the strange leafy décor will encourage you to grab a table and the hefty menu of Italian staples will mean a certain belt-loosening. Thirty pizzas dominate the menu, but we were intrigued by the rare sighting of doughy calzones. The aforementioned salads are soaked in a lush balsamic dressing that no one should be ashamed to lick from their fingers (we did). Also at (H-3), ul. Francuska 6 and (C-4), ul. Krucza 6/14.