This week is about veal.

We just decided that right this moment.

It was either that or “trudging.”

Let’s stick with veal and head to Masseria Dei Vini, an Italian-everything dinner date spot tucked away near Columbus Circle. It’s open now.

And it comes from: the folks behind Masseria, your Theater District Italian go-to.

You’ll use it when: you’ve got a date at Lincoln Center and said date enjoys veal ravioli.

You’re here to: eat immoderately.

You’ll have: how about the veal ravioli? Really, though, you’re looking at Southern Italian, so you can steal from the sun-soaked shores of the Mediterranean Sea (whole sea bream) or the, uh, rolling hills, maybe, of Puglia (oven-roasted rabbit).

You’ll drink: your Brunello di Montalcinos, your Montepulciano d’Abruzzos—Italian wines. It’s entirely about Italian wines.

The oven is: where the smoked-mozzarella-broccoli-rabe-and-pork-cheek Neapolitan pizzas come from. It was built by a legendary Naples oven builder, which apparently is a distinction you can have over there.

It looks like:  this.

You should go: tonight.