After an afternoon at the Institute of Contemporary Art, which confirmed that we are, in fact, philistines, we wandered over to Drink, a cocktail bar near the museum.
HOLY CRAP, Y’ALL. You must come to Boston, and you must visit this bar.
Brian had the best Old Fashioned he’s ever had in his life, followed by an equally exemplary Sazerac and Vieux Carre.
I first asked for “something with St. Germain,” and was given a Maximillian Affair, a mix of St. Germain, vermouth, mezcal and lemon juice. It is my new official drink. Paired with equally addicitive grilled cheese sandwiches of gorgonzola, cheddar and pear, I’d have skipped dinner entirely had we not had reservations.
Next, I demanded “something sweet with rum that isn’t a daquiri” and received the comically named Dr. Funk, a cocktail of rum, pastis, grenadine and lemon. Yes, it really is that color.
Eventually, we pried ourselves away from the bar and cabbed it back over to the South End for dinner at B&G Oysters.
Sadly, I dislike oysters (it’s a texture thing). Luckily, everything else there is really really good.
Like this cornmeal-crusted fluke with green garlic puree, farro and roasted carrots. (Sorry for the noisy photos; it was really too dim to be taking photos, but I did it anyway).
Equally as good – I say better – was the sturgeon with creamy polenta, lamb and pea ragout and mint pesto.
Tomorrow, we hit up the North End and gorge on cannoli before hauling ourselves back to New Jersey.
I love vacation.