I walked back into the apartment Saturday afternoon a bit vexed after watching my team draw a game it should have won. The love of my life said to me, "I haven't left the house yet, we should go out." As we hit the bricks, she continued, "I'd like some good food made from fresh, local vegetables."
Now by this she could have meant "let's go to the greenmarket and buy stuff for you to cook" but I was still feeling a bit under the weather from the night before, so I thought frantically and recalled hearing about Rucola because of their proposed a la carte CSA thingy. I had signed up for the email list but only received 3 emails from then indicating that they had items (but they all sounded good: garlic scapes, heirloom beets, and baby lettuces. If only either of us liked beets).
Anyway, we walked in to Rucola at 3:45 on a Saturday afternoon. The block was pristine, and the same atmosphere carried over into the restaurant. The place felt both sleek and comfy, attributes that don't often coexist. There was only one other occupied table inside, though four other parties arrived over the course of the meal and the tiny outdoor tables (which were taken when we arrived) turned over as well.
But what I really wanted to relate to you was the smell. When we walked in, it smelled so intoxicatingly good that I knew right away we'd hit paydirt.
We had
eggplant caponata
escarole salad
a slice of the pizza of the day (capers, mozz, sauce, hot peppers)
a slice of the seasonal frittata (cippolini, piave, zucchini)
mimosa
glass of rose
espresso
drip coffee
The eggplant was great. If I'm not mistaken it had capers, pine nuts, mint, and a little sundried tomato. When my mom makes it she puts in celery and I don't think she uses mint. Usually my mom's methods form my preference, but I think Rucola's version was better. The foccacia that came with it was solid but not spectacular (could have been better if it was warm and a little crispy on the edges).
The pizza was also great. The sauce was from cherry tomatoes I believe they said, and it was intensely sweet and flavorful. The cheese was applied sparingly but tasted excellent, and the peppers were even more sparing, which was good because a little went a long way.
The escarole was extra fresh and the crutons it came with were nice. The rose, recommended by the server (a friendly blonde lady named Jess [ica?] I belive) was more than sufficient.
I thought the frittata was slightly bland, but my wife loved it.
The espresso was great, though tiny.
This gets five stars because of (1) the high quality of the food and ingredients, (2) the extremely reasonable prices, (3) the seeming intent behind it (emblematized by the CSA idea and the local ingredients, and (4) the virally charming overall atmosphere, including the service and decor. read more