It started back during the football season of 1985, the year of 'Da Bears'. I had 4 season tix on the 40, and increasingly as the team began catching on to the nation, some of my clients knew I had tickets and wanted to fly in for the Sunday games. Invariably, when it was time to eat, I'd ask them if they wanted Italian, they said sure and we headed to Bruna's.
It didn't matter whether it was the night before and we were all dressed up, heading to the 95th at the Hancock for a nightcap afterwards, or we were coming straight from the game, half in the bag and in football jerseys. Luciano accepted us all. And EVERY time, these people from Columbus or Tampa or Indy would say, 'where has THIS place been all my life?!' My brother lives in the North End of Boston, the oldest Italian neighborhood in the country, and he & I have decided that no place there can touch Bruna's.
For 20+ years now (probably 70+, the place has been open since '33), the mussels marinara have killed. Fried calamari best in the city. And that wonderful piping-hot stracciatella, that egg and spinach soup with added parmesan & ground pepper, was enough to make you sweat. My favorite entrees over the years have been penne puttanesca and the chicken vesuvio. Those two dishes at Bruna's are the best
anywhere, and I've had puttanesca all over the US, and vesuvio all over Chicago, because the dish was invented here & is just about unknown anywhere else.
And the atmosphere--come on, it's classic. When I'm meeting someone there, I arrive a half-hour early just to sip a glass of wine at the bar & let it soak in.