Unless the Brazilian folks who run the place are of Italian descent, Little Italy Pizzeria is as Italian as this writer. Still, it does a brisk business cranking out slices for the Fells Point street traffic, and the menu tilts heavily toward the pasta/pizza/tomato trifecta. There's also all the typical sandwich grill fare that blankets this city. But with the TV tuned to a Brazilian sports channel, Pelé posters, luscious photos of Rio, and the steady stream of mellifluous Portuguese floating through the tiny space, our eyes zoomed to the only Brazilian dish on the menu: the Brazilian platter ($9.99). It's a hefty Styrobox full of marinated black beans and rice, grilled chicken-breast pieces and fried sweet plantains, all mingled with sauteed green peppers and onions. That's as basic a Central or South American dish as you can get, but we'll take it. It was pretty good, if lacking a spicy punch, but the best part was that it was filling and plenty flavorful without being greasy, as pretty much most corner-grill food is in this city. And we left with enough for an entire second meal.