It's a rare weekend that the hubs and I have no plans on the books and then actually feel like going out anyway. Last Sunday that's exactly what happened, so we decided to go on a little Sunday Funday adventure. It turned out to be a different type of fun than we were going for, but I'll share that story in a minute. First, the good food stuff.
is on Shawmut Ave in the South End and has Italian 'tapas.' Some of our friends had gone and raved, so we thought it would be a fun spot for an early dinner. We arrived around 4PM, and ended up getting drinks and splitting a flatbread. Jake had a "Man-Tini" which came deconstructed, so he got to pour his preferred parts of champagne and orange juice into a manly mug.
I just had a glass of my favorite wine, Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc
. We split the Parma Pizza; tomato, mozzarella, arugula and Proscuitto di Parma. It was delicious, and I loved that there was so much arugula on top. You can never have too much of that! It was pretty small, but a great size for sharing a snack.
We enjoyed our snack and wrapped things up in about an hour. Not bad! Now, the funny/ironic/not-funny-at-the-time story of our Sunday Funday adventure...
4PM - arrive at Coppa
and find it shockingly packed. Host tells us we made it for the end of brunch, and walks us to two seats at a tiny bar near the restrooms and kitchen. She tells us we had great window seats, but really I got a window seat and Jake's face was about 10" away from a brick wall. Kind of funny and we laughed it off.
4:05PM - we consider leaving because we were in the mood for dinner, but decide to at least have a snack and a drink to figure out our next steps.
5:00PM - we pay and head out, pleased with the food and ready for a walk over to the North End.
5:45PM - Arrive at Bricco
, one of our North End favorites. Shockingly NOT packed at prime dinner time on a Sunday. Host has about 10 empty tables to seat us at, chooses one that is NO JOKE 2" away from another table that has six older folks sitting at it, having a nice family dinner. It was as if we were late joining the family party.
5:50PM - Now I'm aggravated b/c all I want is a nice dinner and this is two bad seats in a row. Frustrated that despite the lack of people filling the restaurant, the host found it appropriate to sit us at a family party, I tell Jake that I want to leave.
5:51PM - Our waiter sees us getting up, and says "If this menu isn't what you were looking for, we have a great pizza shop across the street."
5:52PM - Now smoke is blowing out of my ears and daggers are shooting out of my eyes and I respond "We love this menu. We don't love being sat with a family that is not ours when there are 10 other empty tables the host could have picked." Waiter: "You can sit at a different table...." Me: "Nope, we're leaving. Thanks." (not my best moment but we were ready to spend some cash on a nice meal, what the heck! And the insulting menu comment really ticked me off.)
6:00PM - We stroll into Bacco
down the street figuring that you can't go wrong there. We get a decent table, waiter comes up immediately for a drink and app order, woohoo!
6:10PM - Our bruschetta arrives, delicious, we're happy.
6:30PM - Bruschetta is long gone. Waiter is too.
6:45PM - We wave down the waiter, frustrated yet again, and ask for our check. He happily gives it to us. No, you're not missing anything, we were never offered dinner. Grrrrrreat.
7:00PM - We stroll into Bova's
. Bova's saves the day with Jake's favorite cinnamon stick, my favorite chocolate covered cannoli, and both of our favorites, a mini lobster tail. Sweets cure all.
7:10PM - Walking toward home down Salem Street, Lulu's
is open. (I. LOVE. Lulus. So much so that we named our cat after it. Anyway.) Pop in and get a carrot cake cupcake for me, peanut butter for Jake. Pure bliss has returned.
So that, my sweets, is the recap of our Sunday Funday. Not fun the whole time, but a good story at least. Have you ever had any similar days!?