Bricco Bracco

My deep(ish) Italian roots were loving me when we went to Bricco Bracco for dinner the other night. Greg and I went to the Italian restaurant a few months ago and l-o-v-ed it. Greg’s mom was in town for work this week so we headed back to re-experience the carb-filled goodness.

Every single part of the meal was amazing. First of all, the garlic olive oil and bread. Hot. Fresh. Soft. Flavorful. Perfect. 
Then came the appetizer. The restaurant is known for their fresh mozzarella made in-house. Since Greg and I didn’t try it the first time we were there, it was a must this time. We had the “A La Prosciutto” mozzarella plate. It was good, but I would also be curious to try something different next time. 
Next up: Entrees. Just like the first time we went, it took me about 20 minutes to decide what I wanted (my indecisiveness drives Greg cray-cray). Side note- You know what “cray-cray” is if you have watched the new show “Whitney” on NBC. It’s Greg’s new thing to say “cray-cray” all the time, rather than “crazy.” Ok back to business. I finally decided on the Eggplant Parmesan Tower.

I made a great choice and will not forget about this baby next time we go. As if the tower wasn’t enough food by itself, it comes with a side of penne with marinara sauce. The penne wasn’t anything amazing, but still nice to have on the side.
Greg ordered Chicken Giambotta. However you think that word is pronounced…I would bet to say you are wrong. The waiter had to correct us, and I still didn’t quite catch the proper pronunciation. Basically it involved chicken, roasted peppers, sauteed onions and sausage. All of that was topped with “fried potatoes.” I don’t know what I was expecting to see with the fried potatoes, but we were all surprised to see what that meant…
…Potato chips! Interesting touch, huh? I only had a small bite of this, but Greg really enjoyed it.
The star of the evening was the Butternut Squash Ravioli that Greg’s mom ordered. It was a special for the evening and part most of the reason I had such a difficult time deciding what I wanted in the first place. I think we all agreed that the ravioli was a great choice.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get a picture at the restaurant. Fortunately, there were leftovers that I had for lunch the next day. I was sure to snap a photo then.
Sorry it’s not the most appealing pic, but don’t judge a ravioli by my poor photography skills. 
I don’t think I could choose between the ravioli and my eggplant tower. Hopefully they don’t have this ravioli on special next time so my decision will be made a little easier. 
Oh yeah, and I forgot about the wine! It is hard to find a restaurant where you can get a bottle of wine for $18. But you can at Bricco Bracco! We had the house Malbec. An Italian meal without wine is like “a boyfriend without his girlfriend” (so says Greg when I asked him for advice with this one. Isn’t he so cute. Ha!).
Another nice thing about this meal was that it was stretched far beyond that hour in the restaurant.
See those? Those are all of our leftovers! Guess I don’t need to go grocery shopping this week. I have lunch and dinner taken care of for a few days. 
If you’re in the Charleston area, I highly recommend Bricco Bracco. I knew how great it was after the first time I went, but the second time was even better and reaffirmed my original thoughts. It might just be my favorite restaurant. And I don’t use that term loosely. Well, sometimes I do, but I’m serious this time.
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2 thoughts on “Bricco Bracco

  1. Count Paw and I in on your Bricco Bracco reservations when we're there next! And in my Mother's Italian dialect she pronounce 'Giambotta' 'Gym-bought'…..and boy could she cook it!
    Beauty blog, beautiful Lady (You)!


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