南北風味 Gourmet Dumpling House in Boston’s Chinatown

I haven’t had good Chinese food since moving from the U.S. Perhaps it does exist in Barcelona and I’m just not looking in the right places, but the delivery menu of restaurants like Jardin de Chen (“Pollo Hong Kong,” “Ensalada China,” “Ternera con Tomate”) scare me off. They all seem to offer only butchered versions of American-Chinese classics (already…

New England Eats at Belle Isle Seafood Restaurant

I only learned about Belle Isle Seafood Restaurant a few years ago, only a few years after having spent almost three years living a ten minute walk from it, and a ten minute walk from not much else. I spent three years commuting daily for an hour from East Boston to Cambridge, from Orient Heights…

That Mahatma Gloves at Hi-Rise Bread Company

There exist several theories in my family about when and where my passion for good food (and writing about it) began. The sparks of inspiration are often suggested to have been the traditional dishes at my grandma´s house or the ones at my other grandma´s house, mango biche at a cart in Mexico City, a lapin aux…

Late Night Eats at the South Street Diner

It was the Thanksgiving turkey that summoned my Frenchman and I to Boston this past November, the perfect motivation for our first trip to the U.S. together. And while there, I made sure he would also taste a tranche of authentic Americana. That meant charcuterie boards, mixology, craft beer, late night Thanksgiving leftover sandwiches, stand-up comedy, high-school…

A Straightforward Charcuterie Board at Davio’s Boston

Davio´s Northern Italian Steakhouse between Copley and the Theater District is tucked away in the armpit of the Hancock Tower in one of those cold financial centers constructed in glass and metal. It´s one of those big-city, big-ass steak joints with white linen draped tables, comfortable chairs and a long, sleek bar made of dark…

Craigie on Main: Always Good, Always Good at Me

When the wheels grind to a halt on Logan’s airstrip and the seatbelt signs go blank, a numbness comes over me. Should I check in as “home” or not? Am I enthusiastic or anxious? Each trip to Boston comes with its own unique ratio of good things to bad things, a mixed bag of past…

Damn Good, Homey Things at The Kirkland Tap and Trotter

Sourdough and sausage stuffing, roasted beets and pearl onions, my mother’s crispy spinakopita defined my most recent visit to Boston. I wasn’t really looking to review new restaurants or to write anything at all, really. I wanted to enjoy food as sustenance and familiar love expressed through flavor instead of searching for words to describe…