
Bar Mezzana is a coastal Italian restaurant by Chef Colin Lynch at Ink Block in Boston’s South End, specializing in crudo and hand-made pasta. Signature dishes like Chicken Under a Brick, Grilled Octopus and Orecchiette with Sausage have become instant classics. Seasonal menu updates incorporate flavors from local farmers and purveyors. The crudo menu changes daily – think Nantucket bay scallops and razor clams along with Japanese and European delicacies like shima aji and lubina. All are expertly prepared with bright touches of citrus, oils and salts. Reserve in the dining room for a family dinner or date night. Enjoy the bar and lounge for bar snacks, a great burger, and a craft beer.
Sleek Italian spot dishing up elevated favorites in airy environs straight from the Amalfi coast.
Hours
| Sunday | 11 AM–11 PM |
| Monday | 5–11 PM |
| Tuesday | 5–11 PM |
| Wednesday | 5–11 PM |
| Thursday | 5–11 PM |
| Friday | 5 PM–12 AM |
| Saturday | 11 AM–12 AM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 360 Harrison Ave, Boston, MA 02118
Phone: (617) 530-1770
Website: https://www.barmezzana.com/
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Order and Reservations
Reservations: tripleseat.comopentable.com
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Reviews
We haven’t gone as often since we moved to the North Shore, but try to pop in when we can. Today we spontaneously walked in and found two bar seats immediately open which was nice considering how busy they were. While we haven’t been in a few months, the lead bartender recognized us and welcomed us back in. My s/o and I lean more quiet and less social at the bar, but the “nice to see you again” greeting is a kind and warm touch. It’s just the right amount of familiarity that will always keep us coming back!
Oh, and the food and cocktails are also very good! But the bar service absolutely wins
It seems a bit of an upscale restaurant, however they welcomed everyone.
After five years of calling Boston my second city – the place that taught me to love lobster rolls, New England weather, and the stubborn charm of a town that never apologizes for being itself – there was only one restaurant worthy of my Last Supper: Bar Mezzana. It’s the sort of restaurant that doesn’t just feed you; it welcomes you, wraps you in good olive oil, sprinkles you with Maldon salt, and assures you that everything is going to be just fine. It always does.
On this bittersweet final night, I brought along my dear mother, a true food connoisseur who can spot a dry scallop at twenty paces. Together, we ordered the dishes that over the years have become more comforting than a hug from an old friend: the shimmering salmon and tuna crudo, like precious jewels on a plate; the lobster paccheri, as rich and satisfying as a win at the roulette table; and the king-sized scampi shrimp, a dish that reminds you why the gods chose to live by the sea.
At Bar Mezzana, restraint is a mistake. The “chicken under a brick” is essential for any first-timer, the sort of dish that shows you exactly how good simple food can be when treated with devotion: blistered, juicy, faintly smoky, and seasoned with something even greater than salt – skill, confidence, and care.
The magic of Bar Mezzana is not only on the plate. The staff are in a league of their own, striking that impossible balance between professional and warmly familiar. They know exactly when to appear, exactly when to step back, and exactly when you need that one extra glass of wine to stretch the night just a little longer. Dining here feels like being invited to the best kind of dinner party – the kind hosted by someone with a world-class kitchen and a sixth sense for hospitality.
The atmosphere hums with a rare alchemy: lively but never overwhelming, chic but never pretentious. Every visit feels like coming home, whether it’s your first night in Boston or your last for a while.
Walking away from Bar Mezzana that night brought a pang of sadness, but mostly a sense of deep gratitude. Knowing this restaurant exists, knowing it will still be there waiting – that’s the kind of comfort that makes goodbyes a little easier.
Some places aren’t just restaurants. They’re rituals. They’re anchors. They’re proof that no matter where you go, you can always come home.