(I know the real reason for ladies' night. To get ladies drunk so they will not notice your bar is full of skeezy losers.)
(Also I am now certain there will be one apostrophe mis-use in this writing. Mock as you will.)
HOWEVER, I am pretty sure that Bacco Trattoria is just doing it for the fun of calling something "ladies night." I don't speak Italian, but 'Bacco Trattoria' can mean a few things -- "Eatery of the god Bacchus," "The mood of drinking at a silk-throwing mill," or "Let's gather to blow off steam over a fuckton of wine because we are not young enough for margarita night any more."
The most interesting thing Bacco offers is tapas. I saw your ears perk up. I know you saw Anthony Bourdain eat tapas and now you think you can be suave and sexy like him. Well, you are wrong. You can be like every other person discovering tapas for the first time, even though Fort Collins has had tapas around in different places for like 16 years at least.
The other recently trending food they offer is 'charcuterie.' I don't know how to say it either, but I have eaten it and enjoyed it.
We went on a Wednesday (NOT LADIES NIGHT.) At 5pm there was no one there. Our server was pretty chatty with me as I sat alone. The service was slow in general, but we have a complicated group of people so we don't complain much. However, if I were there as a couple or a smaller group and got the same speed of service I would not have been happy.
Anyway she brought some bread and herb-y oil (which turned out to be actual pesto sauce) to the table with ample water, so that was nice. And they brought more bread whenever you wanted it, hand sliced by a nice young man in nothing but a loincloth. Whoops, no, that is only on ladies' night.
All the dishes have complicated names just to show you how useless taking one year of Latin and one year of German really was. Luckily they also have good descriptions so you can just point and say "This fish thing" and the waitress can shame you by saying the name in a perfect Italian accent.
The tapas were the best of what we got. The calamari were not rubbery, and not greasy, and the dipping sauce was tasty with red pepper flakes on top. The Brussels sprouts were not over-cooked and tasted sweet and fresh. The duck prosciutto was 'not really worth it' according to the person who ordered it. It looked good but was a very small portion. The lamb skewers were decent chunks of lamb and peppers.
The salads were also popular, the beet salad came with two giant golden beet slices on the bed of greens.
I had the french onion soup. The soup itself was good, but had some issues. LEAF OF DEATH -- I got a huge bay leaf in my soup. Not that I was really that upset, because this usually means your food was made by a real person from scratch and not out of a vacuum-sealed, frozen bag. The bread was burnt on the bottom, but the cheese and bread were not very toasty on the top. Additionally the bread tasted very WHITE BREAD, unlike the bread at the table.
Two people ordered pasta dishes. They were both typically over-sauced. The linguini rustica was drowning in oil. I thought it was gross. It did come with some white anchovies, which were not like anchovies I have had before -- these were just like little pickled herrings, a little sweet and not too salty and not "hairy" like the grey, oily anchovies I know. The spinach ravioli were similarly swamped in a pink vodka sauce, which was trending like 10 years ago.
The wine list is big and expensive. Actually I don't drink wine (because it seems really fucking expensive), so I have no idea what to say other than they only have 3 tap beers. Which is both refreshing and equally annoying in this beer-sodden town.
I recommend this place for tapas for sure. Everything else -- caveat emptor. See, Latin.
If you meet me in person, ask me about my very funny Latin joke. A qui ambulat in tabernum...