When I was a little girl, one of the few foods I just couldn't stomach was eggplant. My mom served in drenched in egg and fried in oil. Even as an adult, I just didn't see the point of the lowly vegetable.
But Pesto's changed all that. The first time I tried their grilled eggplant pizza all I could think was, Eggplant-- where have you been all my life? Maybe if my mother had been Italian...
Everything at Pesto's is made from scratch, from the pasta to the salad dressing. And he sophistication factor just went up with the recent addition of a wine bar.