Sheriff seizes North End parking lotPosted on February 17th, 2010 by David in transportation, urbanism, workingBest sandwich from a pasta shop in a tunnelPosted on February 11th, 2010 by David in eating, urbanismEverybody’s the best at something, if you define the category right, but that should take nothing away from the excellence of this sandwich from DePasquale’s Homemade Pasta Shoppe in, or perhaps below, Boston’s North End.
Since it is really a pasta shop(pe), it’s not that surprising that DePasquale’s has only two sandwiches on the menu (unlike Dave’s Fresh Pasta where sandwiches have taken center stage) and that menu is actually a small chalkboard almost hidden by the scales. The Panino is prosciutto, tomato, fresh mozzarella and an herby olive oil on some crusty rustic bread. All made to order. Add in a overdyed blood orange soda and you’ve got lunch for one and a half for less than ten bucks. If we ever do a North End Cheese Sandwich Smackdown, this will be a contender, for sure. In the process of checking up on DePasquale’s to provide the link above, I noticed something odd about DePasquale’s address in Google Maps and Street View. Sure, it’s not uncommon for the Goog’ to be a block or two off with an address, especially in the older parts of town, but in this case, the 2-D online maps are stymied by a 3-D situation: the submerged I-93 runs more or less beneath the street above, and Google is a little mixed up between them. Observe the street view on nearby Hanover…
…but when you try to look at Cross street or to zoom in…
So next time you’re stuck in traffic on 93 under Boston, imagine you’re driving up to a deli takeout window. Tags: 02114, boston, maps, sandwichThe best Southern food at an Irish bar in CambridgePosted on February 1st, 2010 by David in culture, eating, urbanismOK, it might not be the most hotly-contested category, but it’s a tasty one. I met up with intrepid gastronaut J to check out the Plough and Stars Sunday Night Chicken and Fish Fry and we were not disappointed. And believe me, we’ve tried our share of fried chicken. Arriving at the Plough towards the end of a set by Frank Drake and the Aristocrats (did I mention that the Plough might also offer the best country music of any Irish bar in Cambridge?), we settled in to a booth amid an atmosphere of pubby conviviality. The chicken and fish menu was straightforward, with a handful of combos and sides. We each had a three-piece dinner with cheddar grits, collard greens and cornbread. I washed mine down with a Magners.
The chicken was juicy and the crust crispy and well-seasoned. Our worst fear – blandness – was totally unfounded. The cornbread was sweet, the collards smoky, and the cheese grits, well, cheesy. Everything in its place. Perhaps not the healthiest dinner of the week, but most food groups were present and all were satisfying. As we left, the Frank Morey Band was just getting started. The Plough crowd showed no sign of any care in the world, blissfully disinterested in the looming shadow of Monday morning. If Brigadoon were every Sunday night and came with southern cooking and country swing, I think it would be something like this. Tags: 02139, country music, fried chicken, plough and stars |







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