Located in a strip mall down from a Dollar Store, Puccini’s is like a clandestine private club you learn about from a friend. Inside, candles and a quartet of chandeliers glow against moody dark walls. There are about a half dozen items on the printed menu and about that many nightly specials. Recipes are uncomplicated and reduction sauces rich. Richard is particularly gifted with seafood. Many of the dishes might seem underseasoned, but eggplant tastes like eggplant, scallops are rich with the taste of the sea, and the veal is mild and tender. There’s no bread—too bad, because almost every sauce begs for a crusty morsel for mop-up. And there’s no coffee to accompany house-made sweets such as a lemon layer cake or pecan pie. Finish the wine you brought. And you pay by cash or check. Better not to leave an incriminating paper trail, after all.