Spaghett

Nearly a year after Spaghett opened in a charming 130-year-old Fourth Ward house, I finally snagged a second reservation — this time for a full review. My first visit left me dreaming about their burrata and a country-ham casarecce for months, so I returned hoping to find them again. Instead, Spaghett quietly overhauled its entire concept into a $70-per-person, four-course prix fixe. Still cozy, still charming (rechargeable table lamps aside — bring back candles), I went in open-minded with a Spaghett Martini in hand: Sutler's Gin and pickled vermouth. Verdict on the new format, the redfish crudo, and that chocolate rollo, below.