In spite of my better judgement, we ducked into Spoleto's for dinner after finding a parking spot on Main St., because it was too cold to walk any farther than we absolutely had to. I hadn't been there in years and thought perhaps my memory just hadn't been kind.
What a lame menu with such terrible food. Whoever compared it to Olive Garden was right. The only redeeming feature was a good selection of Grappa.
And does everything really need to be soaked in syrupy "balsamic reductions?"