The long, white marble bar at Jody Williams' Gottino is my new spot for those "Greta Garbo nights"--solo dinners out when I want to strap into a magazine, keep conversation to ordering only, and not share a crumb with anyone. Recently, I devoured New York Magazine's deliciously salacious story about drowned hedge-funder Seth Tobias while nibbling on pinkie-sized pork ribs; fluffy bacala served in mini mason jars; a wee ramekin full of bread "stuffing" with pigs trotters and chestnuts; and a tiny glasslet of sweet milk gelato. Not only the lonely can play here, since there are a handful of tables. But it's good to know there's a place to go when you just want to be alone.