Lunch With The Pope

Sometimes diners go slightly overboard with the decor.

Hi, Pope.

  • Sutro

    I’m pretty sure the Papal bust is a fixture in every “pope room” of every Buca’s nationwide.

    Sadly, their food did not receive nearly the divine inspiration that their decor apparently does.

  • Athryn

    The Buca di Beppo in San Francisco is pretty decent, and yes, it does have a pope table.

  • http://ambernight.org Amber

    I’ve been to two different Buca’s in Denver and one in San Francisco, and all had a “Pope room” equally gaudy. Unlike Sutro, my experience has been pretty good, although there are some dishes better than others. The Chicken Marsala was great, I was less impressed with the Fettuccine Something-or-other. The house red is decent, and decently priced. Having experienced Catholic guilt firsthand without actually being Catholic (mom was), I always get an eye twitch walking by that room.

    The best seat in the house is the one in the kitchen. You’ll have to book in advance.

  • Aufero

    Chicken Marsala doesn’t make a good metric for restaurant quality. The only way to screw it up is to burn it.

  • http://tinysubversions.blogspot.com Darius K.

    Good ol’ Buca. I only eat there during GDC..

  • Jeremy Dalberg

    Mmm, Buca. My favorite meal there consisted of garlic bread, garlic mashed potatoes, and spaghetti with garlic and olive oil. It was awesome.

  • James F.

    There is a pope table at the Buca’s in Strongsville, OH. Alas, I have not dined under the protection of the bust-in-a-popemobile.

    The food is alright, I guess.

  • Merkwurdigliebe

    Had my rehearsal dinner at that place in Cinci.

  • Dren

    I ate at that table in Des Moines…until they closed it down.

    Spicy pizza and pasta for the win. (Arriabiata)

  • yunk

    Oh god I hate Buca so much… I’m half Sicilian, I love garlic, but even to me their food tastes like garlic with a little bit of food to go with it. There’s no other flavor. It’s either overcooked or just .. ugh.

  • Drakks

    I don’t want the pope watching me eat. His eyes silently judging my every bite, my posture, and my ogling the waitress…

    And the guy is infallible too, so it’s not like I can argue back and defend myself.