No weekend, no foul.
Your Perks: 1) A BYOB boat tour around the harbor. If you can’t see the appeal in that... 2) A drone that fits in the palm of your hand. Which is a bad thing in no way. 3) Tom Ford sunglasses that’ll shield your eyes from other sunglasses that aren’t Tom Ford. And the sun, of course.
When chicken tinga tacos and horchatas call: New JP taqueria Chilacates answers.
When you’re in the mood for thin-crust pizza and a comeback story: Café Quattro,
formerly of Beacon Hill, is alive and kicking again in the South End.
That should keep you occupied for at least two lunches.
Boston Public Market’s been open for... a couple hours. But they’ve already earned a greatest hits list.
These are they:
—Hand-pulled ramen noodles from Noodle Lab.
—Smoked-haddock tacos from Boston Smoked Fish Co.
—Union Square Donuts from Union Square Donuts.
In summary: ramen, tacos, donuts.
INT. GRILL 23 - NIGHT
YOU
“Mmmm, steak. I’d sure like a cigar for later.”
Suddenly, SERVER presents cigars in a tableside humidor. The selection is from the same tobacconist that
services the French Laundry. YOU selects cigar and SERVER preps it.
LATER THAT NIGHT
YOU
“Mmmm, cigar.”
Observation #1: It’s hot.
Observation #2: Gazpacho is cold.
Observation #3: There’s a monthlong gazpacho bar on Legal Sea Foods’ terrace, serving
four varieties of gazpacho that can be topped with anything from saffron-poached mussels to crabmeat.
Observation #4: “Gazpacho” is a fun word.
You may find yourself in a crowd of fellow well-dressed people on Sunday, holding a rum punch and witnessing an Argentina vs. USA polo match at the oldest active polo club in America. Don’t panic. It’s just a polo party.
