A Kitchen Nightmare in the North End
So a few Saturdays ago we headed out to meet up with some friends, watch some football, and bar hop around the city. After downing some Mojito’s at Houston’s, Guinness’ at Anthem, and even more Guinness at the Harp we needed some food in the ‘ol belll-ayyy. Since we were in North Station, we decided to walk over to the North End…yes on a Saturday night at 8pm…
We usually have pretty good luck with getting bar seats or something similar, being barflys we like to be as close to the alcohol as humanly possible. A real shocker that every place was packed, probably due to the fact Boston looks like the moon and everyone has been cooped up for so long. We strolled around when we decided to walk off the beaten path and head to a “diamond in the rough” where my girlfriend had been for a quick lunch a week prior.
So first off it is a family run restaurant and I swear to god I have seen it on Kitchen Nightmares…yep, dead ringer. So we sit at the bar and there isn’t anyone there…obviously a bad sign but I could eat one of those North End rats right now so whatever, just give me the food. The guy sitting at the bar was the Big Cheese of the place, the father that oversees everything…or just drinks and yells at the bartender (which I think is his grandson). We order an antipasti to start, turned out that I could have made a better one with various items from my girlfriend’s Chanel bag. Fine, pick at a few things then put it aside. We place our order with the bartender and hope for the best. At that point the Big Cheese heads into the kitchen (we have a view right in) and lights up a cigarette and smokes the entire thing down to the filter as he talks football bets with his son, who I am sure has spent a significant amount of his years at the Jersey Shore. He was actually very nice but the conversation and the wafting cigarette smells didn’t lead to a great experience. The food came and it was average, I stuck with a chicken parm which didn’t have much taste…she went with a fish plate and was in and out of the bathroom for most of the night. The couple next to us was playing with their food and couldn’t get out of there fast enough…either could we. I paid the bill and we were OUT. The restaurant’s initials were RR…my girlfriend is scared they will come after so we can’t divulge anything else
What would cure this miserable experience? A couple of B-52′s and a cannoli from Cafe Vittoria…still one of the best places around. Back on Hanover St, back to reality.