Tatte – at least I believe that’s the name of the restaurant – was my saving grace in Boston. It gave me food that felt homemade and full of carbs. Warm, delicious and simple without any millennial hipster vibes thrown in.
Tatte came into my life like a beacon of hope–it was the place I ran to after the disaster that was Pressed. It thrived on good ol’ fashioned breakfasts and pastries and made me drool as soon as I stepped inside. Please note, I was famished when I made my way in here so this cafe will probably get far more glowing reviews than it deserves.
I ordered a bacon and egg sandwich that I was unable to take pictures of because I promptly inhaled it. So instead, I took a picture of this zucchini-cheese-bread thing? My boyfriend ordered it but if we’re being honest, I ate that too. I was astonished that I was eating it at all since I’m usually not a fan of veggies or fruit in my bread BUT, zucchini, you’re alright. This combo is totally allowed to happen.
All of it was delicious. All of it fed my soul after trying to slurp down açaí bowls at Pressed. All of it was sufficient to satisfy my cravings and help me vanquish the hangry monster taking me over.
In a word: Yum 🙂
Oh yum! I want the French toast!
It totally satisfied me!