The bread was just what you want, warm, fresh, chewy but not tough, crusty outside, soft inside, scented with yeast and flour. I picked a glass of red from the list, based on it having an appropriate sounding name - Villa Pozza - and tried the bread and olive oil. Clearly, this was a man of deep insight, and a fine judge of character. can I offer you something further to drink?" he asked. "Olive oil," he replied, "infused with signature spices, in the old world fashion." "What's that?" I asked the assistant server, pointing at the small dish. "Welcome to Grotto!" said a sprightly fellow, dressed in all the latest restaurant garb (i.e. The menu looks wonderful at Grotto, and while perusing it, I was warmly greeted and served with ice water and a basket of bread, accompanied with a small dish of something to dip it in. I didn't make a reservation ahead but since it was early in service - about five pm - I didn't think I'd have a problem and was promptly seated at the table of my choice.