While the Wayside Inn has the feel of a special-occasion place, the Warren Tavern is a completely different animal, instead being a rather small watering hole located in one of the most congested neighborhoods in Boston, though also one of its most beautiful.
Capturing the sophistication, craftsmanship, and sheer loveliness of Provence, the Rose Olivier line from Bastide is flawless in every sense of the word.
We’re a different take on what the clubs call “atmosphere models.” The club management will sit us at tables with their highest-paying clientele. We’ve been placed with Cardi B, Pardison Fontaine, Chris Brown, James Harden.
Recompose perfected a process where the recently deceased body is cleaned, wrapped in a shroud, and placed in a tube on a soft bed of wood chips, straw, nitrogen, and alfalfa sprouts.
Elm Street Taproom—which is not a brewery, by the way—is so scarily like Democracy Brewing in look and feel that the two appear to be like doppelgangers, almost like beer-based versions of, say, Larry David and Bernie Sanders.
Besides the voices, the sound effects, like wind or foot-stomps and the open-tuned guitars, Bodkin introduces his shows with the sort of accessible yet scholarly lore that eases listeners into his worlds.
That section is a continuation of the road ... but on the other side of the highway—and it can’t be accessed unless a) you have wings, or b) you have a death wish and think it would be fun running across the highway.
The idea is hardly earth-shattering—just get a bunch of people socializing together who are all agreeing to set aside their devices for two hours.
I have said for years that Connecticut beers can hang with those from Mass or the Empire State or anywhere; in some cases, they may even surpass.
On the menu: pork blood with chives, steamed beef tripe, spicy jellyfish, cold chicken feet, pork blood congee (a type of rice porridge), jellied tofu, and shark fin and pork dumplings.