For some reason, this mcrest thing that rolls through on occasion spilled over five pounds of cooked pasta and similar quantity of ricotta — pronounced, “REEhkzcvbaata,” for the less informed. There were caramalized onions, there was garlic, there were mushrooms, capers and wine, and unrestricted levels of oleo. The wan cheese was herbed and egged — and dolloped between layers of such sauced noodles. The tomato was a last minute afterthought as the sauce didn’t seem as saucy as it should. It was not unacceptable — the dish in totem: It was definitely not saucy enough.
Frightened children settled for cheesy baked ziti.