Being an East Coast gal, I don’t know or claim to know too much about life on the Pacific Coast. I know they’re easy-going, I know they surf and smoke weed and I also know they generally care a lot (most, not all, of course…) about the quality of their food. Cliche it might be,…
This past Sunday, having somehow shivered off the yummy little nomnoms I tried at the Boston Wine Expo (Wild Keta Salmon whole roasted by Chef Enos of Oceanaire, Saffron Risotto by Chef Maffeo of Lucia, countless crackers, tapenades and cheeses), I had dinner at Bergamot restaurant on the Somerville-Cambridge border. The resto is near and…
I turned 24 last week and to celebrate my best friend took me out for some drinks, after our annual trip to the painfully glittery So Good store on Newbury Street for a painfully glittery birthday tiara. Our destination was to be Lolita Cocina & Tequila Bar, a bawdy, kinky, Red Light District style “taboo…
Last weekend for my father (fellow Aquarius)’s birthday, we went to Swish Shabu, a Japanese hot pot and sushi place that moved into my hood recently, taking the place of the late Umi, which was one of my three beloved Peterborough St. restaurants that burned down on that fateful day in 2009. The restaurants on…
Last night a friend of mine convinced me to leave behind the nauseating couple laden Back Bay Fens, and treck it out to Dorchester for dinner and drinks at Ashmont Grill, located in Peabody Square right near the T-station. The ride out to Ashmont actually took about one third of the time I was expecting it to…
After a night of a few too many Satan’s Circuses at The Library Bar and a sloppy cab-ride back to the hotel, I was in bed, loved but dehydrated, comfortable but doomed for the next morning. The inevitable hangover resulting from wine and whiskey and too much of both sent me dizzy across the room…
The other night my mom and I decided to have a much-needed girls’ night and, having heard good things about The Salty Pig near Back Bay Station, we decided to give it a go. Although it is technically one of what I think is way too many pig-parts-are-now-cool charcuterie and booze places, with a very…
One faithful night a few weeks back some friends and I stumbled out of The Kinsale and into this little place called Saus, a quaint hole-in-the-wall type eatery tucked into cobblestoned Union Street, near Faneuil Hall. The place dedicates itself to Belgian late-night drunk food – pommes frites and poutine, frikandel and Liege waffles. The…
Aspen took me by the shoulders and shook me hard. It woke me up. And it was honestly in Aspen, speeding down a particularly steep black diamond of Aspen Highlands and feeling my body naturally shift into perfect form (if only for a second or two) that I breathed out the poisonous last 2 months…
Like little Alice chasing after a White Rabbit who seems particularly pressed for time, I found myself last Thursday night falling down the fabled bunny hole. Some trains packed by rush-hour traffic, a short walk down a dark and abandoned Brooklyn street, through the doorstep of a grungy, junkyard-warehouse hipster haven with crackling noises and…
That Best Bite 