Funny (to me, anyway) story about our name...
About five years ago, I was talking to the local high school's cross country coach, who was thrilled that his team had qualified for the New England Championships. He said he was especially happy because the New England Meet was in Rhode Island (about a six-hour drive away), and that meant he could take the team to a restaurant he had discovered in Pawtucket. I said, "Spumoni's?" He replied, "Yep, that's the place."
I had discovered Spumoni's while taking my daughter to college in Rhode Island a few months earlier. When a long-time distance runner
and a well-fed sportswriter both sing a restaurant's praises — especially a restaurant 300 miles away — it's got to be good!
At the risk of making everyone hungry ...