I went to Spacca Saturday night for dinner with my husband and a couple friends (one of whom had been here before). While the wait for a table was somewhat long, we barely noticed, since the owner was passing around samples of the pizza and cheese. Furthermore, our drink orders were taken while we waited. There is no better way to keep me happy than to offer me wine and free pizza, seriously.
Once we were seated, we ordered 4 pies to share--a Margherita, a Funghi, a Bianca con Bufala e Rucola, and a Salsiccia e Broccoletti. My favorite was probably the Funghi, though I really liked them all (next time, I want to try the Funghi e Salsiccia). I did think that the bitterness of the rapini overpowered that one a little bit, and would have liked it better with a lighter hand, but it was still good. The arugula added a pleasant earthiness to that pie, but it seemed to need something else to complete it. It just felt like it somehow needed something salty, and I think I would have preferred the version with prosciutto.
The extremely pleasant woman who seemed to be in charge of the front of the house (an owner?) comped our dessert unnecessarily in exchange for moving our table to accommodate a larger group. As I said, unnecessary, since we just scooted over a couple feet, but much appreciated. I had the excellent hazelnut gelato, husband and one friend had the pistachio gelato, and our other friend had the Italian custard. We were all very happy with our choices.
While the overall experience was great, the service we got from our waiter left something to be desired. He rubbed us the wrong way from the beginning, when he superciliously corrected one friend's pronunciation of salciccia, but that could have been overlooked. When the above-mentioned female manager came over to check on our desserts, however, we learned that he had not told us the full dessert menu, skipping a gelato flavor we were all very interested in (chocolate with raspberry and black pepper, I believe she said). Then, on our way out, one of my friends pointed out a pizza on someone else's table that looked good to her. The owner overheard us discussing it, and explained that it was a special with black truffle cream, potatoes, caramelized onions, and various other bits of deliciousness. Our waiter hadn't mentioned this at all when we spoke with him before ordering, and it was definitely something we would have ordered. I suppose I'll have to go back soon to get it (he said it would be on the menu for awhile), but I just hope I don't get that waiter again!