Man oh man. It very rarely happens, but the star rating for De Sotos led myself and my dining companion, the rarely amused Kent P, astray.
Cute patio, casual atmosphere and a full bar had us hopeful. The "gastro house" menu was appealing enough and I started with a french onion soup and moved on to the fettuccini. Fatty order, I know. It's how I roll on a chilly fall evening. They were both edible, but the soup was too sweet and the pasta was a bland. KP's pizza was pretty much a disaster with what appeared to be cold lunch meet sitting atop an sub-par 'za The kicker? We had zero alcohol and our bill came to $50.
PEPPER POINTS for the music. Solid 90s tunage happening.
PEPPER'S PISSED: Stop singing Happy Birthday in restaurants unless it's to a child. Just stop.
annnnd many moooore...