“Umberto's Is A North End Institution”
So, I'm on Hanover Street in Boston's North End and I'm getting a
little hungry. From where I'm standing I can see signs for about a
thousand Italian restaurants and one Chinese place. Where to go,
where to go? When in doubt, ask a local, so I popped into a little
bottega and did just that.
There were two very friendly and helpful people behind the
counter. As the rest of my party looked over the wines on display, I
asked for a lunch recommendation. I knew about nearby Bricco
and some of the other higher-end
places, so my parameters were simple; good, authentic, and cheap. I
inquired about a place whose sign I had seen pointing to a location
on another block. “Well, I hate to say anything bad........but I
wouldn't eat there.” Okay. Good enough for me. “The place right
across the street is good,” one of the clerks said, “but I'm not
sure if they're still open for lunch.” There was some window
peering as everybody tried to see if anybody was in the place. “You
could try Umberto's,”
the other clerk interjected. “They're open for lunch, but they only
serve until they run out of food.” That sounded intriguing. The
first employee immediately jumped on the bandwagon. “Oh, yes!
Umberto's! I ate there
the other day. In fact, I eat there several times a week. They're
really good and they're really cheap. Umberto's is
a North End institution.”
The clerks enthusiastically
described the atmosphere and the food. It was a simple
counter-service establishment where you ordered, waited, and took
your food to a table – if you could find one. They served pizza and
calzone and arancini and you could eat like a pig for less than five
dollars. “They're always busy,” I was told. “People start
lining up sometimes before they even open their doors.” Okay, I was
sold. “Where is it,” I asked? “Just a few doors down. You
passed it on your way here.” I didn't remember passing any
“Umberto's.” Thanking the pair, I stepped back into the street
and looked in the direction indicated. I still didn't see
“Umberto's.” We took a few steps, four pair of eyes scanning the
forest of Hanover Street signage, but failing to spot anything that
said “Umberto's.” Then we realized we were standing right in
front of the place. Hanging over a doorway recessed into the brick
facade was a simple painted sign of the type common in the 1950s and
'60s. Over a big “Coca-Cola” logo, it read, "Galleria
Umberto Rosticceria." Apparently,
we had arrived.
I was a bit confused. I've always thought that a
“rosticceria” was a place that specializes in roasting meats. You
can find chickens, ducks, rabbits, and other birds and small game
slowing roasting on hand-turned or mechanical spits in such places,
but not pizze and calzoni. And to an extent, this is true. But a Neapolitan friend of mine assured me that for such establishments to serve lighter fare, like pizza and calzone, is not at all uncommon in many parts of Italy. At any rate, we ventured inside. The place was
absolutely slammed. My wife and daughter-in-law hurried to stake out
one of the two available tables while my son and I braved the line.
As promised, the menu was quite simple;
I can print the whole thing right here: Pizza, Panini, Pizzette,
Panzarotti, Arancini, Calzone Spinach, Calzone Spinach & Cheese,
Calzone Spinach, Sausage & Cheese, Calzone Ricotta, Ham &
Salami, beer, wine, soda and bottled water. That's it. And it was,
indeed, cheap. The day I was there, slices were selling for $1.65.
You get slices, by the way. No ordering a whole pie here. And it's
Sicilian pizza. Given my Neapolitan pizza prejudice, that was a
little unexpected. But, man, was it good!
A quick note on the difference:
Neapolitan pizza – originating in Naples – is round and
thin-crusted. It's what most Americans think of when they think of
“regular” pizza. Originating in Sicily, Sicilian pizza is
thicker-crusted and rectangular. Sicilian pizza is often called
“sfincione” or
“sfinciuni” in the
Sicilian dialect. There are tons of subtle differences in preparation
and taste, but crust and shape are the most obvious ones.
The pizza at Umberto
comes out on whole sheet pans.
They bring it out of the kitchen and slap it on the counter. The
counter guy cuts it up and transfers slices to paper plates. There's
nothing fancy or elegant about it. And don't be looking for pepperoni
and sausage and onions and peppers. There's no “meat lovers”
here, no “supreme.” In the Umberto kitchen,
they layer a thick, yeasty crust with a sweet tomato sauce, pile on
the cheese and bake it until the bottom crisps and the top bubbles
and turns golden brown. The pan hits the counter, the slice hits the
plate, and your taste buds hit the heavens.
I make arancini all
the time. When I make them, they are golf ball-size and I stuff them
with a little smoked mozzarella and maybe some ham. The arancini
at Galleria
Umberto are the size
of tennis balls and they are filled with cheese, ground beef, tomato
sauce, and peas. One arancino is
a meal. My wife was unable to finish hers because she also had a
slice of pizza. But it was cooked to perfection. It's easy to get a
heavy, greasy arancino.
There wasn't a hint of greasiness here and the crispy, light texture
on the outside combined with the soft, creamy interior to create a
delightful ball of flavor. The peas added a pop of sweetness to the
cheesy, meaty goodness. Un piatto perfetto!
My daughter-in-law waffled a bit
between pizza and calzone. She was concerned because many places make
a calzone the size of a dinner plate. The ones at Umberto
were a good size; big and hearty
without being OMG oversized. She bravely confronted her spinach and
cheese calzone and won the battle, commenting on the nice balance of
spinach to cheese. Often there can be an overload of cheese that
totally overpowers the spinach. That was not the case here. Another
delightful dish.
My son and I each devoured two
slices of pizza. Normally, this is not much of an accomplishment for
either of us; at Galleria Umberto,
it was. The square slices were thick, saucy, cheesy and very rich and
filling.
In retrospect, I wish I had opted
for a single slice of pizza and gone for some panzarotti. I
saw some on other plates and they looked like cheese-stuffed potato
croquettes on steroids. Definitely going there next time.
There are no dessert offerings at
Galleria Umberto, but,
hey, it's the North End. Mike's Pastry is across the street, and
there are dozens of other places doling out gelati
and cannoli only steps
away.
Standing in line for about
fifteen minutes, I had a chance to observe the ballet that is service
at Galleria Umberto Rosticceria. The
people behind the counter are amazing. Italian and English switch
back and forth as workers glide in and out of the service dance with
practiced ease. It's obvious some of them have been doing this for a
very long time. It's equally obvious that they all enjoy what they
are doing. Smiles are everywhere. Regulars get hugs and pats on the
back. Even first time patrons are made to feel like regulars. It's
very much like a little bit of Italy in Boston's Little Italy.
Don't judge the book by its
cover. Compared to the shiny new chain pizzerias that are customarily
found in most American cities today, Galleria Umberto
appears a bit dingy and dated.
Old wall murals, dim lighting, no-frills tables and chairs. It's a
place that a lot of fussy, prissy people would turn and walk out of.
And they'd be missing out on an extraordinary culinary experience. This unprepossessing little place
has won a bunch of awards. They were named “Best Pizza Place in the
Boston Area” in 2006 and food writer Adam Richman included them on
his 2009 list of Top 25 Pizzas in the US. They also regularly make
Zagat's list of Best Pizza in Boston. Zagat also rates Galleria
Umberto among the Best
Child-Friendly Restaurants in Boston.
Galleria Umberto Rosticceria is
located at 289 Hanover Street. They open at 11 a.m. and close when
they run out of prepared pizza dough. Seriously. The dough seemed to
be holding out pretty well when we were there just after 1 p.m., but
when we walked by a little later in the afternoon, the place was
already closed. The locals start lining up around 10:30. Probably a
good idea to plan on an early lunch. Obviously, reservations are
neither required or accepted and dress is casual. As for parking,
well......it's the North End, folks. Good luck. One important word of
caution: bring cash! Galleria Umberto is
a cash-only establishment and there is no ATM on premises. They don't
have a Web presence, but you can call Galleria Umberto
Rosticceria at (617) 227-5709.
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We just visited Boston last month and ate at Galleria Umberto. UN-freaking-BELIEVABLE!!! We loved everything. And we tried EVERYTHING with our group. But hands down, the pizza is the best. I would say 3, not 2 slices, will fill a hungry man. I was sitting there enjoying my slice of heaven when the man behind the counter shouted "last pizza!" I looked at the people in line and they all got worried that they would run out before they got to the front.
ReplyDeleteGet there early!!!