Bottega, Bottega, Bottega

Leslie and I are going to start the Frank Stitt Fan Club because we’ve decided he can do no wrong. These pics are from our last lunch at Bottega (Bottega Cafe since the ‘dining room’ is only open at supper):

Homemade chips and charred onion dip:

The bread? Crazy-good:

I had some of the rustica pizza (which is enough for lunch and supper and maybe breakfast the next day):

…and Leslie had the chicken scaloppine:

Oh.My.Stars. That was good.