Park Street co-owner Alex Ghaddab spied the Prahran real estate,formerly The Seasonal Kitchen cafe,on his daily commute.

After a comprehensive Projects of Imagination zhoosh,it's been reborn as a neighbourhood restaurant for the sort of diners who can use the occasion to reminisce about their last trip to the Amalfi Coast.

Behind the bold olive facade lie whitewashed walls and timber floors,buttery green banquettes,lighting that's a lesson in flattery. It's chic and minimalist;midcentury with a twist.

A clutch of informal tables near the bar suggests the possibility of prioritising drinking above eating,while out back there's a"prosecco garden"biding its time until Melbourne re-emerges into the sun.

The kitchen-slash-"pasta lab"sees erstwhile Park St head chef and Renata co-owner Gus Cadden flex his carb-lovin'muscles and a whole lot else besides. 

Pasta is less of a focus here – Renata's menu offers four daily pasta dishes compared to eight at South Melbourne – but going by the quadratti ($34),it's imperative to go there.

On first encounter these intricately pleated,mushroom-filled pouches of rich northern-style egg pasta are a lesson in the power of simplicity.

But there are tricks at play:the porcini powder dusting the top,the lactic tang of the mascarpone lifting the porcini and field mushroom filling,the parmesan emulsified,fondue-like,into the sauce. A truffle supplement – $10 for a three-gram shave,get it while the season lasts – makes excellent sense.

But I'm getting ahead of a 10-strong antipasti list,from cracking Sydney rock oysters with amaro mignonette ($5 each) to scamorza croquettas ($20) writing their name in the global annals of fried cheese with the help of a minty salsa verde.

A skewer of octopus tentacle ($22),chargrilled but juicy,comes with a loosey-goosey puddle of fiery'nduja sauce that places it firmly in special mention territory.

It's inevitable that cacio e pepe will turn up. Rome's viral flavour duo of pecorino romano and black pepper takes a turn around the room with gnocchi fritti – those Emilia-Romagnan ribbons of fried dough – served alongside glistening slivers of 36-month-aged jamon Iberico ($28).

The only thing that could make the whole combo better is eating it in Bologna,but it's a pretty excellent thing to enjoy while poking around the Italian-focused wine list,from a minerally Sardinian vermentino to local Italian-hearted producers on tap,such as the Chalmers falanghina.

You might want to head to the premium Coravin-enabled wine selection to go with the uptown version of veal cotoletta ($55). A 350-gram hunk served on the bone,it's ruggedly crusted and sprinkled with fried capers and a blizzard of pecorino. It's a great chop but requires sides:bay leaf-salted fat fries and mayo ($14) or a citrusy bitter leaf salad ($16).

Renata is humming along far better than it should in the first month of its life. The Geiger counter is jumping off the charts with a crowd packing peak excitement about a glam new hangout.

Led by Ghaddab on the floor,the staff are miraculously keeping pace,only dropping minor stitches (no oyster forks,clutch the pearls;don't worry,I'll live).

Desserts? There are just two ($16),the obligatory chocolate tart number and a butternut squash semifreddo lapped by a moat of caramel sauce. More freddo than semi,the texture is slightly grainy,the white chocolate tuille on top Christmas biscuity. It's more restaurant than osteria,to its detriment.

But what's in a name? A pasta lab is a kitchen with a big viewing window. A prosecco garden is a courtyard with dining tables. An osteria can nudge into special occasion territory. Who am I to judge? The romantic nomenclature is a comforting fairytale. It just comes at a price.

The low-down

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Go-to dish Mushroom quadratti, $34

Pro tipIf you've got a hankering for a luxe southern rock lobster spaghetti,this is your place. Two days'notice required.