What is it with restaurants in the Triangle? They are facsimiles of restaurants without variance! This one, Tosca, named for the great opera, plays Christmas Muzak over the loudspeaker system. It's cavernous inside, far too big for the intimacies promised by their website, and cold. We are served by an "experienced" staffer with a "trainee" in tow. Both seem barely out of their teens. Our waiter disgorges a bottle of red into a decanter, sediment and all. Our tableware is early Five-and-Dime flatware. The chairs are low, scuffed up, motelish things with sprung springs. The risotto's not bad, not bad at all--light, flavorful. But not worth a return visit. The service? Amateurish. The bill? $98.00! Once the credit card has been run, that's the last we see of our waiter, or any other staff. We exit without even a thank you or a good-bye. Guess we made a bad impression.