On Monday night I took my mother to one of Boston’s best kept secrets, Marliave, where we had a wonderful evening at the bar sipping delicious wine (I love that they serve The Sum by the glass), eating comfort food, and introducing my friends, Coco and Tobi, to my mother.
Over the past five years, whenever felt in need of a home-style meal that reminded me of my mother’s cooking, I would stop in for the Sunday Gravy (I cannot recommend this dish enough) and a glass of red wine at Marliave. In college, my best buddy (and roommate), Brent, would meet me at Marliave for afternoon cocktails and $1.00 oysters (which they serve daily between 4:00 and 6:00 PM as well as 9:00 and 10:00 PM) before we walked down the street to our night classes at Emerson College. Marliave is the place I took my parents after my college graduation because I knew it was the one restaurant off the Boston Common that wouldn’t be crowded with newly minted alumnai still wearing their graduation caps and asking for a beer menu. Marliave is a secret place, a special place, and I love it a lot.
Before I met him, David spent a lot of time at Marliave, too. He lived around the corner when he first moved to Boston and spent many long and lonely hours at the bar, as foreign single men seem to do. I often wonder if we ever sat at that marble bar together, completely unaware that one day we would meet and change each other’s lives forever. But now I’m getting all sappy and romantic, which is my cue to go…
p.s. Tomorrow I am flying to Florida to spend a long and sunny weekend with my mother (we can’t get enough of each other these days). She and I are going to kayak with manatees, eat fresh fruit, and soak up as much sun as possible. Additionally- and Irina, I’m writing this just for you!- I will be devouring the Hunger Games trilogy in all my glorious spare moments. I’ve been staunchly against reading the trilogy because I’m convinced it will be terribly written, like many literary phenomena. However, I’ve been assured by many of my intelligent friends that it’s actually worth reading, which I will decide for myself soon enough, thank you very much. WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY HERE IN THE POSTSCRIPT IS THAT I WON’T BE POSTING AGAIN UNTIL MONDAY. Okay, that is all.
p.p.s. I lied, that’s not all. I just wanted to take a moment to note how cute the tiny, rogue brussels sprout is in the last photo. It just rolled away all on its lonesome and I took pity on it and took its picture. SO CUTE.