There are a lot of ways that you can spend $600 on dinner. You and your significant other could celebrate a special occasion at Providence. You could treat yourself and a very good friend to dinner and a very nice bottle of wine at Bestia. Fine dining isn't your thing? Maybe you could just give the money to Ricky and have him back his fish taco truck directly into your mouth. The point is, everyone has their own idea of what "blowing it out" on a meal means. To us, it means dinner at Chi Spacca.
If you haven't yet had the pleasure of emptying your checking account at Team Mozza's meat palace, allow us to highly recommend you do so. In our opinion (and we're not alone), Chi Spacca is the best of the bunch of excellent restaurants here on Highland and Melrose, and yes that includes Trois Mec. Why? Because if we're going to drop serious money on a meal, we want to feel it. We want to feel our position at the top of the food chain and first world socioeconomic ladder by spending $90 on a "tomahawk pork chop," even though we have no idea how that's different than a "pork chop." Just bring it to me. You recommend the $255 bottle of Brunello to go with it? Great. I can afford it (I can't), so bring that too.
You get the idea. Chi Spacca is a glorious place of excess, and it's one that we'll happily use as a place to get excessive every once in a while. We love the vibe of the small but well appointed room. We love the food. We love the wine. And we love the fact that you're going to walk out smelling a little bit like smoke, sweat, and poor decisions by the time you leave.
What's that? You're really into eating healthy? Right. We all have our things.
A flat, flaky piece of foccaccia that absolutely must be on your table.
Some cured meat, some fried balls of pig's feet. Start your meal this way to properly warn your body of what's to come.
Not even gonna show you what it looks like on a plate. Just gonna show you this. Your move.
There are many excellent meats for you to dive into on the Chi Spacca menu. Quite frankly, there are no wrong answers. But these lamb ribs might be more right than the rest. There's something about the fatty rib with the sticky sauce and meyer lemon that gets it done for us.
Basically the best fucking pork chop you're ever going to eat, with a big fucking bone sticking out of it so that you can hold it up and communicate dominance to any other still living pigs that might be in the room. That is not a metaphor.
Someone at your table may request a vegetable. Resist. Choose instead to order these beans, which are pretty much swimming in meat juice and sort of taste like mac and cheese. The vegetables here are actually good too. But still.
A pot pie with a bone sticking out of it, and full of marrow and beef cheeks. Basically, this is what it feels like to choose how you die.