After our lunch, we wandered around the Boston Back Bay before heading down for a snack at Picco. Picco stands for Pizza and Ice Cream company so we had one of their pizzas and some of their ice cream naturally.
We split their Alstian pizza which is their version of a tarte flambé There was no tomato sauce, but there was sautéed onions, and bacon! Very greasy but also very good. We also had their PB Chip flavour ice cream. This was surprising because it looked like vanilla but still tasted like peanut butter – and not an overly strong taste either.
Shortly afterwards we headed to our dinner stop which was a converted house in Cambridge, about a 20 minute walk from our hotel called Hungry Mother. Hungry Mother is a hilarious name for a restaurant, but it is apparently named after a state park in Virginia. We had the smoked beef tongue “au jus” with robinson swiss, dijion and crouton. This was really great, and much better than the pig’s head we had the night before at Strip T’s.
We also had the crispy pork belly & “angel” biscuits with bourbon barrel worscestershire glaze and b&b pickles. This dish unfortunately followed the beef tongue and was not nearly as flavourful as you would think pork belly would be. A bit of a disappointment
I had the catfish pecan meunière with carolina rice pilau, sea island red peas, and lemon brown butter. This is supposed to be a popular dish as it has been on the menu since they opened, but I’m not a big fan. The tastes were different and interesting, just not appealing to me. I also don’t understand the popularity of catfish in southern cooking.
Pauline had the braised lamb osso bucco with creamy grits, baby brussel sprouts, and smoked fig jus. I thought this main was better than the catfish, although I don’t really like grits. The figs were a bit weird to begin with, but felt like they belonged as I ate more of the dish.
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