Saturday, February 21, 2009

Cambridge, Black Ink, Wings: Boston Day Five (8/18)

This is generally how things go inside my head:

"Hmm hmm hmm. I'm hungry."

And people say, Christine, what's up?

To which I reply, oh, not much.

But in my head:

"What could I be eating right now?"

And on.

Luckily, it is this thought process that gave me the foresight to spend an hour or two on the floor of the bookstore with Lily before our trip, writing down names of dozens of promising eateries.

I remember seeing it in the Zagat guide or whatever it was. Moderately priced North African food in Cambridge: sold. Faster than the economic collapse. (Too soon?)

So when the five of us ladies were debating what to do that day, Cambridge came up. And it just so happened that Cafe Algiers was in Cambridge. Lucky me.

To be honest, I think what happened was I'd seen the storefront en route to the Brattle Theatre a couple of nights before and remembered its placement on my list. I then annoyed my friends to the point of them taking me there just to keep my stomach quiet.

I think it was worth it, though. Evidently, so did they.
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The restaurant itself was very nice, with a bustly sort of lower level and a very quiet, cozy upper level. We ate upstairs, where there was a little doorway to a roof deck and a circular balcony overlooking the main floor.
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I'm sorry, is it possible to order, um, everything?
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This is what Lauren got. It was some type of flatbread with chopped lamb and a yogurty dipping sauce.
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Lily got a spectacular lamb kebab over rice.
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My dish was lamb with grilled vegetables and warm hummus. I ate, died, was reborn, ate some more, and guarded my plate jealously.
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It didn't work.
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This is how we eat, by the way. It's hilarious and I wouldn't have it any other way.

We decided to stroll through Harvard after that. There were lots of trees.
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Exclusive: Behind the Scenes!
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I could go on and keep linking to the photos that resulted from each camera, but I'll spare you.
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We ran into this building and were mildly obsessed with it.
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I'm pretty sure I thought "scaffolding" was a made-up word when I first heard it. When I was 14 or so. Ah, shameful secret catharsis.
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To scale. Although to be fair, Ashley is about 5'2".
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Other nearby things! That guy at the end was very nice. He didn't say much when he noticed us photographing him, and rushed by when we passed, and I thought I noticed some blood dripping from his hands, but I got a good vibe from him, and I'm known for being a solid judge of character if I do say so myself.
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This was a big curvy wall.
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Also, I am a creeper.
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More proof, because suddenly being short and happy is a crime around here
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At one point we went into one of those overpriced specialty-item quirky gift stores, known to the younger crowd as Black Ink. I definitely spent money. Stupid Japanese products. It's like The Cornballer--it gets me every time!

Then I figured we might as well stop by other prestigious pinnacles of education, so I made Ashley take us to MIT. Unfortunately she only knew where it was in theory, so we ended up in this area by the T stop.
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I went over to Au Bon Pain with Lily and got some sw8s.
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Then we meandered down to this little dock on the Charles River. That's downtown Boston?
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Between Ashley's apartment and her bus stop is a used bookstore and a movie rental store that happened to be going out of business. They might as well just put out a bucket for my money. I bought six DVDs, including The Host, The Omen, and other crap I can't remember. At the bookstore I found From The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, which is a damn fine literary achievement that I'd been looking for for years after I wore through my childhood copy. Lily had never heard of Rip Van Winkle! So I made her buy that.

Back at Ashley's her roommate and some friends decided they were craving wings. So they went and got some without asking us if we wanted in. Jerks, with their big dumb faces! Not like we would've wanted any anyway. Then we had a whiff and decided to walk down and try this "Wings" thing for ourselves. (The "restaurant" was cleverly called "Wings Express.")

It was a bit dubious, to put it nicely. One white-washed storefront with a single table, a couple of chairs littered around, and one of those liquor-store refrigerators that holds a variety of drinks. A couple of guys stood around behind a tall counter, that was unmarked, and behind which was a calculator and a cash register. There were no customers or food in sight. We took a menu, ordered, and were handed big bags 15 minutes later. If I were a less constantly hungry person I would have refused to eat whatever came out of them.

I'm so glad we didn't. Sticky-sweet wings, creamy garlic mashed potatoes and honey cornbread--I'm really not one for cornbread, but this was soft, and moist, and sweet. It was incredible. Also celery sticks and bleu cheese on the house! Wonderful.
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We probably ended up playing video games inside that night. What a life!

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Friday, February 20, 2009

Boston: Brookline, Trader Joe's, more consumerism (8/17)

Ashley wanted to take us to a Jewish bakery in Brookline, so we faithfully boarded the T and headed whatever direction Brookline is in, our innocent gentile minds preparing for the assured feast before us.

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Walking from the bus stop to the bakery, we plodded past several idyllic, tree-lined streets. One of which happened to be Beals Street. Does that not sound familiar?

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With this historic site at our very fingertips we faced a troubling dilemma: stop and explore, or eat?


Luckily, we chose food. That's the promising future generation for you.

Because it was early morning and I can't function without a well-balanced, nutritive meal to start my day, I got a loaded bagel and a cookie. We sat down to eat at a nearby park.

Somewhere in there is lox, red onion, carbs, tomato, schmear, more carbs, and some poppy seeds. It sounds a lot better than it tasted.
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Just like this looked a lot better than it tasted. And it didn't look that great to begin with. (I'm sorry! I keep forgetting Tracy Jordan said I shouldn't end a sentence with a preposition at.)
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Lauren's promising chocolate pastry flake thing was similarly disappointing.
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In other words, I'm sorry, Kupels Bakery. I come from Los Angeles, where there are a lot of Jews. Come over sometime and we'll go out for bagels. (P.S., I can claim a mild knowledge of the spectrum of Jewish cuisine. During a Seder my former boyfriend's father repeatedly pushed gefilte fish onto my plate, mistaking my polite chew-swallow for enthusiasm.)

Lily just randomly brought up a memory she had of this excursion. She said we'd sat down to eat and were enjoying sunning ourselves on the grass when we heard the sounds of cicadas around us. Lily says it was the first time she'd ever heard them in real life, and remembers the incident fondly as a sweet summer's moment: the warm air, the buzz of cicadas and the taste of fresh breakfast with friends. Well, I'm glad someone thought it was fresh.

After we'd brushed stalecrumbs and wiped grossthings off ourselves, we ventured down shady Beals Street in search of our President's First Home.

Passed some winners in the Sweet House Game.
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"Look, guys! Kim is walking in the street!" - Ashley
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And reached our exalted leader's birthplace. What wonder! What glory, what magic!
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We followed signs to the back of the house. We entered a small retail shop filled with political trinkets. We took a deep breath, looked adoringly at those selfless volunteers behind the counter, and asked breathlessly for a tour.

Unfortunately, it cost money. And we're poor.

So back on the bus it was! Away, foul peasants!

We ended up in Boston actual again, this time to gaze at the state's gold-domed capitol, where Ashley's friend Marita works.

Of course, this Hooker fella had to be completely in my way.
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If you could just shift, that'd be great.
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Seriously, guy? Move!
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What insolence. Nuts.
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I ended up being the bigger person and moving.
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Skipped over to Faneuil Hall, where I had my only taste of clam chowder my whole trip (I need to meet more people who like seafood).
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Even though it came from a tub and was served in a mushy vessel of what the 12-year-old with bare hands behind the counter claimed was bread, it was (embarrassingly) probably the creamiest, thickest chowder I've ever had. Man, I've got to expand my horizons. Sorry I was probably too excited to notice my gleaming water bottle was in focus.
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Here are some buildings.
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Laurens usually don't show up in front of buildings, but it's not every day Lauren shows up in Boston!
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I am honestly embarrassed to admit we went to Trader Joe's again, but!! it wasn't to ogle. Ashley needed groceries. Because we hadn't gotten enough the first two times. No, honestly. It also rained a little bit and we bought some clothes at H&M (unrelated). That's all I remember. I think I woke up in an iced bathtub later, but that was all fuzzy.

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