Tonight I met one of my favorite girls for dinner at Coda in Back Bay. She used to live up the street and visited the restaurant frequently. It had also been recommended to me by a family member who lives nearby in the South End.
I arrived first and while outside I could smell the french fries through the restaurant's open windows every time the wind blew.
When we walked into the restaurant we saw one of the booths right in the front window was open so we hopped right into it. My seat was directly in the window with a view of Columbus Ave.
To start we split the mushroom arancini. The last two times this friend and I have dined together, we have ordered arancini (first at Bin 26 then at Bacco) and these were pretty fabulous. They had a crispy exterior, a warm, gooey, cheesy center, and a strong mushroom flavor. The dish was served with arugula, parmesan cheese and arrabiata sauce.
My friend ordered the asparagus salad, which had prosciutto, shaved fennel and was topped with a poached egg. The egg was barely cooked and when she cut into it, not only did the yoke run (which is normal) but so did the egg white. It was so runny it was inedible.
For dinner, she ordered the charcuterie plate which had house made soppressata, pork and duck pate and was served with toasted bread, pickled vegetables and a spicy mustard. She said without the spicy mustard, each bite would have been bland.
Before ordering my entree, I had asked our waitress if any of the lunch sandwiches were available for dinner. The lunch menu had significantly more appealing vegetarian options. She said nothing from the lunch menu is available for dinner. With that, I ordered the mac n' cheese, without the pancetta. On the menu it is served with both peas and pancetta.
It was clear the pancetta was supposed to bring the flavor to the dish, because what was delivered to me was so bland that I was bored eating it. It takes a lot to mess up mac n' cheese, but this was terrible.
In addition to the poorly poached egg, the bland mac n' cheese, the flavorless charcuterie and our scatter brained waitress, we were also one of only four occupied tables in the whole restaurant (never a good sign), two of which, had young couples with babies. Did I just age another five years?
My friend, who again, used to live on this street and eat here regularly said, "What happened to this place?" You know what, I won't be returning again to find out.