sad, sad, thing when waves of tourists looking for a night of Boston cuisine, totter out of the Seaport
Hotel, bedecked in pastel pants and wedges, then descend upon the restaurants
directly adjacent to their lodgings. How very adventurous.
do understand the desire for ease, and agree that a bumpy cab ride into an
unfamiliar city always seems a bit risky and exhausting, it was with a heavy
heart that I watched endless variations on the same tanned, blond, bright-eyed
tourist theme walk through the revolving doors of Rosa Mexicano last Friday
Well, that didn't last long.