Sunday at 2pm and Coppa is packed, except for our reserved table.
And they remember us and what we ate the last time we were in, even though it was 2 or 3 months ago.
What a neighborhood gem! Where have you been served by a happier crew? And they smile at you. They are comfortable and proud of their place, but if something doesn't work for you, they want to fix it so you will be happy.
We both had the same entrée (horrors!) a Mediterranean take on Huevos Rancheros, with baked eggs in a cocotte of harissa tinged tomato, cattle beans, broccolini and Parmesan. I liked the balance of components but I had been hoping for a more Moroccan flavor (I didn't really detect the harissa.) The KILLER of the brunch was the Almond meal Banana 'Pancake' which was, in fact, more like a French Kouign Amann (butter, butter, sugar, and more butter). The only thing it had in common with a pancake was its flatness. Soooooo rich, crunchy caramelized exterior and dense moist inside. Pretty darn astounding. (Maybe for our fat quota, it was better that we sent back the side of bacon [it was 4x saltier than I can handle, like Benton's Bacon from Va.]) As I attempted to eat very slowly, I kept thinking, "We should all be so lucky to have that 'pancake' before we die!"
There's a new chef on board at Coppa (and his precursor is now bartending at Clio), so it will be interesting to see how the menu changes. We look forward to returning sooner than later. It's funny that, even though you are likely sitting on a hard wooden bench there, it's the vibe and the people there that make you feel as comfortable as when you're in your own living room.