I worry about Santarpio’s. And J.J. Foley’s. And Jeveli’s. And No. 9 Park, Marliave, Regina’s, the restaurants and bars in the Parker House, and yes, even such touristy places as the Barking Crab, the Chart House, Giacomo’s, and the Union Oyster House.
THIS IS REALLY A LOVE STORY
Every line I enter into my computer about the Hub is also part of a love story, because like a parent in the 1950s (or today, I guess) attempting to rationalize smacking their kids, I truly love the objects of my animosity. Oftentimes, it hurts me more than it hurts Boston to level such relentless criticism.
VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL: ‘TIL DEATH DO US PART
It goes without saying that this a seriously subjective roundup, compiled by our brain trust and the interjectors who barged into our discussions at the coffee shops and bars where our list blossomed.
