thing: I'm kind of a secret, Grade-A hermit. Not a hermit in a traditional sense
of course, but more of a lounging afficianado. I do booze around and let my
proverbial hair down way more than my paycheck allows, yes, but it's this thing
where, if you were to hold up my favorite pair of sweats and a free press dinner
side-by-side, for one embarassing and shameful minute I will actually consider
We here at The Phoenix gave up trying
to resist the mid-day food coma that comes in the form of chef Tiffani Faison's
drool-worthy BBQ joint, Sweet Cheeks, months ago. That juicy, sizzling smoker scent that
sneaks into our Fenway headquarters, mere feet away, has played a mighty large part in
this, it's true.
Bissonnette and Oringer © Boston Herald
Hooo, boy. If
you haven't heard already, The New York Times reported that the guys behind everyone's favorite tapas spot, Toro, are diving
headfirst into the New York dining scene, with
a spot in Chelsea
opening this fall, after seven years on Washington St. What does that mean for us Boston food-hounds who finally have a few
local gems we're loathe to share with big, bad, NYC?
Mmmm...bruuuuunch. And Easter. But mostly brunch.
Charlotte Silver looks exactly as I pictured she would, from
her leopard print cat-eye glasses all the way to her mother's vintage leopard print
Come February 14th, you won't be able to throw a candy Sweetheart
without hitting a prix-fixe menu that promises the most romantic of
evenings for you and your [insert: snuggle-pie, honey-bear, lover,
one-night stand that won't disappear, long-time boyfriend/girlfriend,
first date (props to you!), or fellow singleton who lives above you and
had nothing else to do].
Well, that didn't last long.
It's supposed to be one hell of a nice weekend. Thanks be to the weather gods for granting us yet another two days of sunshine and warmth to offset the miserable June we endured. (We'll forgive them this morning's shower.) So what are you going to do with all that free time and sunshine? Drink, of course! And we've got a round-up of bars and restaurants with sweet patios for optimum al fresco boozing.
Holy crap. For foodies who read our pages, it must look
like a streak of DiMaggio-like proportions.
First came Basho: a rare four-star review from ROBERT NADEAU, the
Phoenix’s long-time restaurant critic, who is known to be frugal with
The next week, shockingly, he submitted another four-star review: for Stoddard's Fine Food and Ale