Red-eye into Boston? Check
New apartment? Check
Anything useful at all? I bought a Brita filter. Does that count?
Public transportation? Nailed it.
Lost? Only twice
Eat a sandwich!
I hope adulthood is always this rewarding.
Listen, I went to Dave’s on Holland St. I popped in on a whim knowing nothing about this place except that it (apparently) boasted homemade pasta, terribly cute young gentlemen manning the bar, and was packed at lunchtime. That is endorsement enough for me.
I bought a bottle of local cider. Wanted to buy a bag of caramel wafer cookies. And tasted some yummy cheeses. Success.
I left with Wunderkind, by Batnam in Cambridge. Holy crispy apple honey blossoms, barman! Paired with a prosciutto fig jam panini, two blistered feet, a bare floor, and a window overlooking the city of my dreams.
Sleepyness and general haggardness included.
I think I’m gonna be happy here.
P.s. cooking to.come.soon! When all.my things arrive, it’s game on. Any suggestions?