There are three things that a couple of twenty-something gals want out of their weekend jaunt to Boston: 1) to drink a Guinness or Irish Car Bomb convincingly, 2) to master (somewhat offensively) the Bostonian accent and 3) to find a brunch spot that you’ll have to go back to.
Check. Check and checkity check.
With our first brunch choice, Stephanie’s on Newbury, hopelessly crowded, we cringed at the thought of spending our final morning in Boston crammed in a pleather booth at Cheers. Refusing such a touristy brunching fate we marched on and stumbled into one gem of a brunch. Nestled in Boston’s trendy Back Bay neighborhood, off the beaten path of Newbury and Boylston streets, you’ll find Papa Razzi Trattoria – a chic looking establishment right there on Dartmouth Street.
The menu offered a plethora of brunching options from an Oak-fired Fruit Pizza to a Grilled Tenderloin Benedict, with each plate accompanied by a complimentary basket of baked goods and an alcoholic beverage. I decided to acquiesce to my sweet tooth and the enthusiastic waitress, so I ordered the French Toast, an oak-fired brioche bread topped with warm fresh seasonal fruit and maple syrup.
The pie-filling-esque warm fruit was simply delightful and the arrangement of both sweet and smoky flavors in the brioche was unexpectedly delicious. The mimosa was scrumptious but the Bellini left a little to be desired in the peachy goodness department.
And I don’t want you to worry – we promptly followed our brunch up with a couple of Bloody Mary’s from Cheers – which was as cliché and touristy as one could have hoped. Although they didn’t know our names when we arrived, the Scottish blokes (who were downing shots of Jameson in the afternoon) picked our names up pretty quickly, so that was wicked fun.
Papa Razzi Trattoria
271 Dartmouth St
Hearts: 4.5 out of 5
Price: Generally less than $15 per person
Food: Moderate portions (how Euro of them), fresh ingredients.
For the road: Grab the complimentary pre-packaged bread sticks – it’s a long bus ride back to NYC.
Will I go back next time I ship up to Boston? Hell yeah, it’s wicked awesome!