Sullivan’s (Sully’s) at Castle Island has been serving up dogs and crinkle-cut fries to a line reaching out the door since 1951. It’s a simple combination, one that costs only about $4.00, and I could not imagine eating anywhere else after throwing a football around (or at least watching the guys do so) on Carson…
I like Bloody Mary´s. A lot. They´re high in vitamins, they´re filling, they contain hangover-alleviating, therapeutic vodka. They´re the perfect brunch meal. Here are some of the best I´ve had in Boston: The East Coast Grill near Inman Square is my favorite place to get Sunday Brunch Bloodies in Cambridge. Why? Because it’s DIY. 22 oz glass…
The post-work, pre-drinkswithfriends espresso is a crucial part of my day as it defines the end of one day-part and the beginning of another, waking me up from office slump and getting me excited about the night ahead of me. This espresso must also usually be accompanied by a pastry to get the job done…
Yeah, yeah I know. I have to try Roxy’s, it’s the hot new guy in town. I don’t work anywhere near Chestnut Hill, however, so when I want a gourmet grilled cheese during my lunch break, I head over to the Grilled Cheese Nation truck parked on the Greenway. Brie Me Up and Gazpacho My favorite sandwich…
The Paramount is probably my favorite place to eat breakfast in Boston. Loud, always crowded and busy, this diner-chic Beacon Hill joint fulfills my expectations every time.
A few yummy dishes at The Friendly Toast near Kendal Sq.
– “Excuse me, where in Chile exactly are these from? I lived in Santiago for 5 months and I never ran into them.” – “Habla epañol?” – “Si. Weón, biben Santiago pero nunca bi etos sándwiche’. S’benden en la ciudad o en Valpo o el Norte…? – “Todos partes, carita.” – “Bacán. Que lo mejor? – “Con carne y…
Border Café, odio et amo. Hostessing here for 4 months, I hated the loud music, boisterous drunk clientele, disorganized management structure, pissy waiters constantly whining about sizzling-fajita-burns and that relentless CajunCreole food stench that bores its way through threads of clothing and pores of skin and inevitably marks you as a patron of the place for…
L.A. Burdick got me going through bitter cold winters while at Harvard, frequently tripping on quaint, impossibly narrow little colonial-style cobblestone paths which were perpetually iced-over and slippery as all hell. Falling into a freezing cold puddle of dank brown slush only ruined my day in cases where I wasn’t concurrently on my way to this…
The first time I ever sank my teeth into what was to instantaneously become my favorite sweet pastry was in the summer of 2009 in a cafe in a Chiado plaza in Lisboa on my road-trip with my friend Eszter. Before our first long day of site-seeing we decided to fuel up with a large…
That Best Bite 