One of our frequent hometown haunts is Teller’s, which serves modern Italian in a one-of-a-kind restored bank building. Teller’s is only a few blocks from our house and provides great wine and just the right amount of lighting for date night.
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It also provides very nice prosciutto, figs and parmesan – good on any night. Image may be NSFW.
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But it’s not just making drunky-googly eyes at my husband over brick-oven pizza that keeps me coming back here. That is a lovely perk, to be sure – but this is what brings me back. Image may be NSFW.
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After your drinks and before your meal, they bring out nicely crusty bread on a jagged board holding olive oil and two built-in treasures: rock salt and ground pepper. I love this board. I wait for the board. Greg might say your hair’s on fire, but I am still watching the kitchen like a calf waiting for milk. I want that bread to come out.
The wood is so tactile, so rustic and pretty that I’m quite sure it makes the bread taste better. Dip, salt, dip, pepper, dip, dip…hmm…can we get some more bread over here? It makes for chewy crust nirvana, and after looking everywhere for my own salt-and-pepper indented board, I’ve decided they probably have theirs made.
What…ask them? Please! Enough with that sensible talk. I just want them to keep bringing more, so I can turn that board over and over as if I’ve never seen the wonder that is bread and wood before. If you have seen one like it, know how to make it or where to get it, I’d be eternally grateful, and that usually involves cookies. Many thanks.
