(April 12th-14th, 2013) 'T'was the weekend before the marathon, and all through the city was excitement in the air. My first night in Boston, despite having 30 friends converging on the city that weekend, was spent on my own. I arrived a bit earlier than everyone to make sure that the jet lag of traveling to England for a week before the marathon wouldn't be too bad. I always seem to make marathons harder than they need to be, but, luckily, my plan of arriving in Boston to get reacclimated to the East coast seemed to do the trick.
My first night in Boston, fresh off the plane, I forced myself to wander out to dinner. I ended up walking over to a quaint little place over on Hanover St called Taranta. This place prides itself as being a marriage between Southern Italian and Peruvian cuisine. An interesting concept, at the very least, that turned out pleasantly well.
A spicy Cassava root gnocchi with a slow braised “Chicha de Jora” green lamb ragu and shaved parmesan. Fantastic. This dish was the epitome of what the chefs were aiming for by combining Southern Italian cuisine with the flavors and ingredients of Peru.
Most of the next day, I spent wandering around the city in the morning. Boston Commons, as you can imagine, was a beautiful park in the middle of the city:
By the time that the afternoon came around, I headed over to Simmons College, where my good friend from college, Suzy, now works.
Suzy and me in Chinatown later that weekend.
That Saturday was a big student life event, akin to a spring carnival. So we caught up while she made sure the events ran smoothly, including being the handler for the band that came in, Natalie Stovall.
The bits we heard were good, but we headed off to dinner soon there after.
Japanese hotpot at Swish Shabu. This is one of those fun communal dishes where you order a big, flavored broth, and lots of different things to cook in it. You can see some beef on the far side, plenty of different noodles in the small bowls, and chicken rolled up. All very good. It hit the spot after a long time outside in the slightly cold Boston spring weather.
The next day was spent with a few friends from Albuquerque (Tim and Thao amongst others) and Suzy again as we headed to Chinatown and then walked all over the downtown area before stopping by Mike's Pastry to get Kim (and us of course too) some Boston Cream Puffs.
The line for Mike's was gigantic...stretching all the way down to the next block. But it was well worth the wait. Afterwards we had pizza (Tim's pre-race traditional meal evidently) and then early nights to prepare for the race the next morning...
My first night in Boston, fresh off the plane, I forced myself to wander out to dinner. I ended up walking over to a quaint little place over on Hanover St called Taranta. This place prides itself as being a marriage between Southern Italian and Peruvian cuisine. An interesting concept, at the very least, that turned out pleasantly well.
Baby
octopus, cuttlefish, clams and chickpeas in a spicy tomato sauce - See
more at:
http://www.tarantarist.com/menus/dinner-menu/#sthash.FwqqVPZJ.dpuf
Baby octopus, cuttlefish, clams and chickpeas in a spicy tomato sauce. Delicious. The thought kept occurring to me while eating this that "I have a feeling that I'm going to need more bread." Wonderful flavors mixed together, though the chickpeas came dangerously close to being overwhelming.
Baby
octopus, cuttlefish, clams and chickpeas in a spicy tomato sauce - See
more at:
http://www.tarantarist.com/menus/dinner-menu/#sthash.FwqqVPZJ.dpuf
Baby
octopus, cuttlefish, clams and chickpeas in a spicy tomato sauce - See
more at:
http://www.tarantarist.com/menus/dinner-menu/#sthash.FwqqVPZJ.dpuf
A spicy Cassava root gnocchi with a slow braised “Chicha de Jora” green lamb ragu and shaved parmesan. Fantastic. This dish was the epitome of what the chefs were aiming for by combining Southern Italian cuisine with the flavors and ingredients of Peru.
Most of the next day, I spent wandering around the city in the morning. Boston Commons, as you can imagine, was a beautiful park in the middle of the city:
Suzy and me in Chinatown later that weekend.
That Saturday was a big student life event, akin to a spring carnival. So we caught up while she made sure the events ran smoothly, including being the handler for the band that came in, Natalie Stovall.
The bits we heard were good, but we headed off to dinner soon there after.
Japanese hotpot at Swish Shabu. This is one of those fun communal dishes where you order a big, flavored broth, and lots of different things to cook in it. You can see some beef on the far side, plenty of different noodles in the small bowls, and chicken rolled up. All very good. It hit the spot after a long time outside in the slightly cold Boston spring weather.
The next day was spent with a few friends from Albuquerque (Tim and Thao amongst others) and Suzy again as we headed to Chinatown and then walked all over the downtown area before stopping by Mike's Pastry to get Kim (and us of course too) some Boston Cream Puffs.
The line for Mike's was gigantic...stretching all the way down to the next block. But it was well worth the wait. Afterwards we had pizza (Tim's pre-race traditional meal evidently) and then early nights to prepare for the race the next morning...
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