Your Thursday plans are canceled.
We’ve already notified your friends/colleagues/significant others/dog/accountant/stunt double.
You’re quite welcome.
And more importantly, you’re all clear for Bostonia Public House, a two-story citadel of power lunching and tater tot poutine, opening Thursday on State Street.
If Scorsese shot a crime thriller set in Prohibition-era Boston, this would be the set. It’s all white tiles and sturdy wood beams and wall-length murals of old Boston maps thrown in for good measure.
Let’s say there’s a deal-closing scenario unfolding at one of those wood plank communal tables. You’re there. And you’re about to clinch it by ordering French martinis splashed with prosecco and plates of tater tot poutine (think of them as tater tots in power attire) at just the right moment.
When it’s time, proceed to the lounge-y second-floor area where you’ll find another bar and a few cognac-colored sofas. Sit back. Relax. Sip a rye Sazerac while you wait for your sweet potato donuts coated in maple syrup and bourbon to arrive. They will. Calm down.
But stay long enough, and you’ll find a ragtime band playing around the downstairs piano. Because that’s something that happens every night.
You had a feeling that piano was up to no good.
We’ve already notified your friends/colleagues/significant others/dog/accountant/stunt double.
You’re quite welcome.
And more importantly, you’re all clear for Bostonia Public House, a two-story citadel of power lunching and tater tot poutine, opening Thursday on State Street.
If Scorsese shot a crime thriller set in Prohibition-era Boston, this would be the set. It’s all white tiles and sturdy wood beams and wall-length murals of old Boston maps thrown in for good measure.
Let’s say there’s a deal-closing scenario unfolding at one of those wood plank communal tables. You’re there. And you’re about to clinch it by ordering French martinis splashed with prosecco and plates of tater tot poutine (think of them as tater tots in power attire) at just the right moment.
When it’s time, proceed to the lounge-y second-floor area where you’ll find another bar and a few cognac-colored sofas. Sit back. Relax. Sip a rye Sazerac while you wait for your sweet potato donuts coated in maple syrup and bourbon to arrive. They will. Calm down.
But stay long enough, and you’ll find a ragtime band playing around the downstairs piano. Because that’s something that happens every night.
You had a feeling that piano was up to no good.
