They had it as an appetizer special that day and I ordered it rather than to repeat my prior disappointments with their funny-smelling, metallic-tasting pasta dishes.
And sure enough they found a way to serve me a nasty dish that in no way resembled its effusive menu description. As I said above the only reason we were there is that my wife loves their bread. I, at least, won’t be going back.
By the way, since we enjoyed a few great meals a decade ago in Virginia, Phil Romano sold the chain to Brinker and – to my taste at least – "crap ensued". Their present corporate chef is probably a failed kimchee cook!