Inside the attractive wicker basket, wrapped in a lovely linen napkin, was a limp-crusted loaf of white bread with all the character of a hamburger bun. The mixed greens were so drenched in balsamic dressing that the dish put before me seemed to contain a soup rather than a salad. And my daughter's spaghetti and meatballs came in a puddle of water that she had to bail out of the bottom of her plate... More >>>