I thought I would highlight a comment from my fav Boston food writer (for the Phoenix and STUFF) MC Slim JB. I wrote a semi-serious post on how to choose a date restaurant where I warned men not to take me to Bertucci’s. He adds a few good points:
- My advice on this score includes: don’t pick someplace expensive (looks like you’re trying too hard), do pick a place that makes really good drinks if you plan to imbibe, avoid places that are punishingly loud (conversation is kind of important), and don’t be afraid to ask about food aversions/taboos: nothing will kill your prospects like bringing a vegan to a steakhouse or someone with a seafood allergy to a sushi joint.
If you’re interested in learning some more about the MC, see my interview with him here.
I’d like to add that if your date is a very attractive, but exceptionally dull, self-centered, or dim, try to pick a place with that punishingly loud atmosphere. When he/she opens her mouth, just pretend that something brilliant is coming out and enjoy the view.
Let’s get real: inner beauty is only one of the reasons why people go on dates.
Harvard Square is home not only to a lot of foot-fetishizing Japanese tourists and uppity academics, but also an overwhelming number of cafes. For real cafe die-hards, these businesses are much more than a coffee dispenser. (I’m looking at you, the one nursing your $3 latte for 6 hours.) Here’s to admitting that your trapped-on-a-desert-island essentials include your Macbook, a wi-fi connection, and a hard stool you had to elbow through the lunch rush crowd for.
Here’s my first iPhone post as I clumsily finger type this with my hairdresser A-Yong clipping off sections of my long, tangled locks. The salon – if you want to call it that – is called San Mei on Main St in Flushing, Queens. He is the best eight dollars could buy. Next door is the food court profiled in a NYT piece awhile back – raucous and cramped in a way that is comforting this side of the Pacific, fatiguing across it.
Momofuku Ko, with a second runner up option of Le Bernardin.
32 readers voted in this hotly contested poll where a culinary death match was waged between the top three contenders – Le Bernardin, Momofuku Ko, and Jean Georges. Bern squeaked into second place by one mere vote.
Since reservations at Ko are notoriously tricky, I’ll see how those go with a backup reservation at the big B. David Chang, please be kind.
Also, I’ve been fiddling with the site layout to streamline your reading experience. Simplicity > complexity. Tastiness > not tastiness. Parsnips > radishes. You know?

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