Vinci Lincoln Park

We hit Vinci on a Saturday night, pre-theater crowd in full swing when we arrived. It had a soft buzz — clinking glasses, warm lighting, the kind of energy that promises a solid meal. By 8pm, the place had mostly cleared out… which felt surprising, because what we had? Deserved a full house.

Let’s talk about the gluten-free game, because Vinci gets it right. We were greeted with gluten-free bread for the table (not a common move, and a huge win), and followed that up with a sausage and goat cheese plate that was rich, punchy, and beautifully balanced.

Then came the main: a red meat veal ragu, gluten-free and soul-satisfying — the kind of dish that tastes like it’s been bubbling on a back burner all day, just waiting for the right guest.

The service was top-tier — attentive, knowledgeable, and old-school in the best way. You don’t feel rushed here, you feel taken care of.

Now yes — the décor leans a bit “Tuscan villa in the ‘90s,” and that might be why it’s not packed deep into the night. But honestly? That’s part of the charm. Vinci’s not trying to be trendy — it’s timeless.

If you’re after warm, rustic Italian with gluten-free thoughtfulness and throwback hospitality, Vinci’s a quiet winner in a loud city.