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LUE: Food, Glorious Food
May. 18th, 2024 03:45 pmOne complaint I will never make when I visit the States is that I eat badly.
Seriously, with such wide and varied options - I can't go wrong. What was and sometimes still is painfully difficult in Israel is a snap here.
I must say, too, that the hotel breakfast where we're staying is fucking incredible. I had scones with clotted cream and strawberry preserves this morning and I felt like singing. (For the record, out of respect for my fellow diners, including Eyal, who were still drinking coffee, I did not break into song.) Since hotel breakfasts are notorious for being hit-and-miss, this was a major coup, and made up for the copious noise last night (we're spitting distance from the Garden - Bruins won - obnoxious fans celebrating).
Tonight Eyal's company isn't entertaining clients, so he suggested a romantic dinner. Nothing loath, I asked him what sort of cuisine he wanted. Italian, he replied. As it happens, we're staying in the North End, so that's not a problem. I did some research and found an appropriately romantic red-sauce Italian restaurant.
Let me digress for a moment. I am fully aware of how regional and varied Italian-From-Italy cuisine is. You won't find tomatoes in Northern Italian cuisine, but pesto and risotto are staples. You will find all sorts of seafood in Venetian cuisine, and it's surprisingly close to Croatian food. And so on and so forth. I've done my reading (for a picky eater, I sure love reading food writing). I also know that Italian-American food is a different beast. And I'm not talking about Olive Garden. I'm talking the mom-and-pop place where the staff is fresh off the boat and the kitchen is run by the grandson of the original owner. That's the kind of Italian restaurant I love, the true red sauce joint. I introduced Eyal to the joys of such a place when we went to NYC and ate at Patsy's in Midtown after catching an afternoon showing of Wicked on Broadway. He loved it. And so tonight we're having a nice romantic dinner in such a place here in Boston. It's a great thing for a honeymoon, y/y?
Seriously, with such wide and varied options - I can't go wrong. What was and sometimes still is painfully difficult in Israel is a snap here.
I must say, too, that the hotel breakfast where we're staying is fucking incredible. I had scones with clotted cream and strawberry preserves this morning and I felt like singing. (For the record, out of respect for my fellow diners, including Eyal, who were still drinking coffee, I did not break into song.) Since hotel breakfasts are notorious for being hit-and-miss, this was a major coup, and made up for the copious noise last night (we're spitting distance from the Garden - Bruins won - obnoxious fans celebrating).
Tonight Eyal's company isn't entertaining clients, so he suggested a romantic dinner. Nothing loath, I asked him what sort of cuisine he wanted. Italian, he replied. As it happens, we're staying in the North End, so that's not a problem. I did some research and found an appropriately romantic red-sauce Italian restaurant.
Let me digress for a moment. I am fully aware of how regional and varied Italian-From-Italy cuisine is. You won't find tomatoes in Northern Italian cuisine, but pesto and risotto are staples. You will find all sorts of seafood in Venetian cuisine, and it's surprisingly close to Croatian food. And so on and so forth. I've done my reading (for a picky eater, I sure love reading food writing). I also know that Italian-American food is a different beast. And I'm not talking about Olive Garden. I'm talking the mom-and-pop place where the staff is fresh off the boat and the kitchen is run by the grandson of the original owner. That's the kind of Italian restaurant I love, the true red sauce joint. I introduced Eyal to the joys of such a place when we went to NYC and ate at Patsy's in Midtown after catching an afternoon showing of Wicked on Broadway. He loved it. And so tonight we're having a nice romantic dinner in such a place here in Boston. It's a great thing for a honeymoon, y/y?
