“Have you heard of that new French place??” friends ask me. “Cumquat? Culotte’s?” “You must be thinking of Cocotte…” I rack my brain for it’s long-lost Francophile appendix. As it turns out, cocotte has myriad definitions: a hen, a simple casserole plate, and a lady of the night. But hey, what’s in a name? Cocotte, situated on NE Killingsworth Avenue between the well-established pillars of Beast and DOC, may be having ...