After my morning walk, I headed back to the apartment Greg and I rented on Marlborough Street to see how his highness was doing. (Sorry: no photos of the apartment, I forgot. But you can check it out on VBRO.com here.) He was ready for lunch. Jessica and Kelly were still at the hospital with pre-op appointments, so we headed to Coppa, the restaurant owned by Jamie Bissonette, whom I profiled in this story here about up-and-coming chefs. The pizza was terrific.
Here’s the restaurant, in a corner spot in the South End:
The big front window:
We sat at the bar:
Here are the banquettes behind us:
The hunna is rather hungover:
We shared several small dishes and the pizza.
Here are the pork rillettes:
Fabulous, fatty and stringy and porky, with a little sweet from the garnish.
Here is the pork pate:
Also very tasty, but it was a little cold, so the texture wasn’t as optimal. Nice crunch from pistachios.
And the farro salad:
Delicious. Nutty and squeaky with the pop from the vegetables.
And the pizza was tops.
Just delicious. It has proscuitto, arugula, and the umami of parmesan, plus a super great sauce and a crispy crust. Bravo!
I would definitely put Coppa on the list for dinner, too. Next time!
The 411 on Coppa: 253 Shawmut Ave., Boston. 617-391-0902. coppaboston.com
