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Lady chefs: Lydia Shire, Barbara Lynch, Ana Sortun, Jody Adams. To name a few.
Mission of Burma:
The Boston Evening Transcript. Hell, American literature, broadly speaking. The North American Review. The Atlantic, when it was legit.
Parquet.
Kevin Garnett.
Lady chefs: Lydia Shire, Barbara Lynch, Ana Sortun, Jody Adams. To name a few.
Mission of Burma:
The Boston Evening Transcript. Hell, American literature, broadly speaking. The North American Review. The Atlantic, when it was legit.
Parquet.
Kevin Garnett.
Durgin-Park:
(It's the only Yankee restaurant in the world. One is enough, and I mean that in a good way. The strongest first date I ever heard of was taking a Harvard frosh fresh off the boat from Dallas there.)
Summer:
Boston Speed (Non Dave Roberts division):
The champion of champions:
Also:
The Bags:
The Dogmatics:
The Cod is, well, devastated by the devastation in his hometown. It appears that doctors at the hospital where the Cod's corporeal host stepped on the scene back in the day spent a lovely spring afternoon performing emergency amputations. An act of terror, no doubt. If you have a dog in the exotic foreign terror vs. watery domestic terror, you are a small person and I want you to stop reading now, and find some other place on the Internet with other tinfoil hat people. Here, until I feel the need to switch to brown liquor and fresh air, an effort to celebrate the city I love, things that make us love Boston.. I was compelled to this by the mix that Phil Nel pulled together, and in a remarkable bit of bridgin the gap between my synapses and and YouTube, the medley of songs mentioning Boston that WBCN used to play. I sent money to my favorite Boston charity, and so should you, and give blood, etc, But, in an effort to extort a good feeling from a terrible terrible day, I will share an array of Boston stuff - feel free to dm or email suggestions. It's on the chicken soup principle, but chowder, because Boston.
That montage:
Mr. Dave Roberts:
Ric Ocasek:
(He invented new wave music. Dayenu. And thanks. And then he married the second most beautiful woman in the world, and produced many of the best albums of the last 20 years.)
The Del Fucking Fuegos:
And:
Ms. Isabella Stewart Gardner, who did not give many fucks at all:
Buzzy's Roast Beef:
I'll bet that the families sweating out ER waiting rooms at Mass General would love to be able to step out for a roast beef sandwich instead of having a high end converted/prison/club there, but I digress.
And Ty Law, possbily waving to newlyweds and 80 of their nearest and dearest friends gathered at Ground Round?
Tony Maws, getting down with a bluefish:
<Insert ritual apology for not posting recently. Anyway, nudged out of my torpor by a pleasant crossing of the streams in my Twitters. The cinetrix got us Ottolenghi's Plenty a while back, and it's inspiring. I have not done it full justice, but seems like one of those books that comes along and actually changes how and what you cook. So, it was a pleasure to see that one Mr. John Darnelle had joined me on the bandwagon:
It's kind of like that Tumblr Awesome People Hanging Out Together, but those are only fun when it's folks from disparate pursuits. So, maybe more like Ray Bradbury and Marlene Deitrich. In any event, play us off Mt. Goats:
http://youtu.be/qRDCTcCRNQIOne does not always think of BBQ joints as being out in front on marriage equality, but Greenville standby Henry's Smokehouse tweaks the marriage equality profile meme like this:
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