Italian restaurants serving handmade pasta are a dime a dozen in Philly—both now and for the past 100 or so years. And like every baseball bat-sized salami swinging in the Italian Market, most aren’t discernible or memorable. Scampi, the relaxed Queen Village supper club and BYOB, is both. The ever-changing tasting menu is an impressive, rotating showcase of Italian regions, and sometimes a little closer to home, like New Jersey Italian. Between courses, the chef/owner gives you a detailed yet lighthearted spiel about everyone. By the end of your meal, you’ll know just as much about the balsamic vinaigrette dowry system in Emilia-Romagna as what a perfect cacio e pepe tastes like. The pink and green dining room is decidedly casual—could it be the framed cat photos?—but the dishes are precise, and prove that this former pop-up is ready to play in Philly’s Italian cuisine big leagues. Pasta makes up most of the $105 per person, five-course dinner, but there are non-noodle guest stars that kick things off, like a luscious caesar toast or aged prosciutto with pear mostarda. But occasionally, they exchange their prix fixe menu existence for an a la carte one (check their Instagram for the latest). Groups celebrate birthdays to the tune of Whitney Houston and three bottles of red, and a couple compares their earthy bowl of plump balanzoni to the one they had on their Florentine honeymoon (verdict: Scampi’s is better). You’ll find cohesion throughout the meal—the aforementioned prosciutto makes appearances in both the tortellini and lasagna, for instance—and you’ll be Garfield-after-a-kitchen-raid-stuffed by the end of the two-hour run. There are plenty of spots serving spaghetti these days, but Scampi isn’t like every pasta place in Philly’s vat of red sauce restaurants. Dinner here will reignite the spark in your love affair with pasta—and leave you doing the math on how much aged balsamic it would take to book a flight to Bologna.