Buck Williamson
Walking into Spezia on a Monday night, the expectation was to find a ghost town, but that notion was miles off. The parking lot was packed to the gills, and waves of people kept coming through the doors all night. Sitting at the end of the bar turned out to be the catbird seat to watch a masterclass in service. Bri, the bartender, was a proper legend. Despite getting hammered with service well tickets for the dining room, she handled it with a cool, positive demeanor. Fair play to her, she never let the stress bleed over to the wood; she kept the drinks full and the vibe fun. If you're lucky enough to snag a spot at the bar when she's working, you're in for a treat because she really runs the show like a classy cocktail party. The food was bang on, too. A colleague on a local project mentioned this place was "reeeeally good," and she wasn't blowing smoke. First up, the Fried Spicy Calamari brought a wicked kick from the roasted red and banana peppers. Then, the French Acadian Chicken Linguine proved to be the business—the Cajun cream sauce was spot on, and the chicken had a nice sear. Dinner capped off with the strawberry cheesecake served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream loaded with tiny peanut butter cups. Honestly, if the locals are fighting for parking spots here on a Monday, you know they’re cooking with gas.






