Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts

Sunday, August 25, 2019

where to go in boston (according to me)

i figured that, after living here for 11-ish years, it was about time to round up my favorite spots around the city, so here. we. go.

BARS:

jm curley


if you know me IRL, you probably know that i love this damn bar and i've probably made you meet me there at some point. i discovered it completely by accident when my friend and i wandered in on a frigid november night six years ago and the beautiful bartender lit our drinks on fire with a match in his mouth, a moment i still think about sometimes (even though everyone lights drinks on fire these days) because it was truly one of the hottest things i've ever seen. anyway, they've got it all: exposed brick, an ever-amusing soundtrack of either nu-metal, '80s hair metal, or '90s alt rock, weird shit on the tv, drinks with names like "send nudes," and bacon-infused popcorn. and i have to stop myself from going every day because my office is a three-minute walk from it and their cocktails ain't cheap.

bukowski tavern


it's dark, it's dingy, it's delightful, it's cash-only, and it's the perfect escape from surrounding bougie back bay. i had my 21st birthday drinks here, which says...something....about me, not sure what, but it was most excellent. they have another location in cambridge which i finally went to last year and there's LIGHTING and sleek decor and it's NOT the bukowski i know and love so i will not be returning. scarring.

yvonne's


and for something completely different, yvonne's is a swanky supper club in the former locke-ober steakhouse with really good small plates and vibes for days and days and days. like, i'd take a friend who was visiting or a date i really wanted to impress because it's sexy and sultry and like a very atmospheric library. they also have fun cocktails; during my first visit, my friend and i got root beer juleps which came to us aflame (are you sensing a theme here?) with LITTLE MARSHMALLOWS ON STICKS TO ROAST OVER THE DRINK. i couldn't handle it.

galway house 



so this is more of a restaurant because they have massive portions of food, but the ambiance is weird-ass casual bar all the way. despite the name, their specialties are italian food and...steak, and i'm not kidding when i tell you that you can get a 10 oz. prime rib, soup or salad, and TWO SIDES for $11. all while looking at weird kitschy decor and making friends with the JP regulars at the bar. i've met some gems! especially during the blizzards last year, because they were the only place that stayed open.


RESTAURANTS:

island creek oyster bar 


i'm not joking when i say i had the best fish of my entire life here (pan-seared monkfish), and everything else i've eaten has been absolutely amazing as well—this was the place that turned me into an oyster convert last year. i recently had dinner with my parents for my 33rd birthday here and my sneaky mom apparently put in a word with the staff prior to my arrival that it was a special occasion and that i'd want the banoffee pie (she knows me way too well). the waiter faked me out by giving me the dessert menu but then immediately returned with a candlelit piece of the pie...and nobody even sang! it was perfect. ilu, island creek!

publick house


one of the handful of things i miss about living in JP aside from galway house was my close proximity to this longtime favorite beer bar and comfort food restaurant. it's dark, cozy, and especially perfect to visit in the fall. the crab cake sandwich is to die for, and they also have killer mac and cheese that you can order with all manner of toppings (my faves are scallops and shrimp because i'm a seafood fiend).

the abbey


two words: bison bolognese. it's so heavy and rich that i can only order it in the fall and winter, but seriously, just give me my bison bolognese and a glass of wine and i'm a happy, happy woman.

barcelona wine bar


if you want amazing spanish tapas or cheese and charcuterie (or both), this is your spot. but make a reservation, because it gets packed. i've been there three or four times now and have yet to eat something i didn't think was absolutely delicious. try the octopus, patatas bravas, and the mussels.


CAFES/BAKERIES (i'm not including the places i wrote about last year):

kickstand cafe


i've been going here pretty much every saturday for the past six years (except for the dark year i lived across the river) and now my apartment is walking distance, which was a huge selling point. it's your quintessential quaint coffeehouse with a big wooden community table, twinkly lights, and hipster baristas that are actually friendly. also, the oatmeal is the beeeest. it's right on the minuteman bike path, hence the name, so there are always lots of cyclists milling about.



the biscuit


tiny but dreamy! they have the best fruit squares (danishes, basically) and a cool little patio out back. you gotta get here EARLY if you want a seat, though.


tatte



the *AESTHETIC*, though. tatte is like...one of those bakeries that you see on instagram that looks somehow both sleek and rustic and you're like "it can't look like that in real life!" but i am here to assure you that it does indeed look like that IRL. i haven't had their actual brunch/savory food, but my coworker and i have developed a bad habit of stopping here for "treats" after lunch because, like jm curley, one of their locations is way too close to our office. highly recommend the halva brownie, the cheesecake cup, and any of the tarts. oh, and it's apparently pronounced like "latte," which i just learned like a month ago.


cafe vittoria


a classic little italian cafe that's been around since 1929. don't listen to the dummies that try to convince you to stand in line for an overrated cannoli at mike's or modern pastry; THIS is the spot to go after dinner in the north end for a cappuccino and piece of cake. it makes you feel fancy...and like you've stepped back in time.

 

STORES:

trident booksellers


one of the last remaining indie bookstores in the area, trident is simply the best! not only do they have an awesome book selection, but they have two bars and serve up killer brunch. one of my absolute favorite boston activities is to sidle up to the bar on a lazy weekend morning with one of their books or a trashy magazine, because they let you bring them to the bar!

raspberry beret


i mean, not even taking into account that its name is the title of the best prince song, this vintage shop has consistently great, curated, and reasonably-priced clothing, jewelry, accessories and shoes. i've had especially good luck with shoes there lately for some reason!

blue bag records


blue bag is actually, like, right across the street from raspberry beret, so their proximity makes for a fabulous secondhand shopping day. a small, no-frills record store with lots of great used vinyl. there are a few other cambridge record stores i also dig (cheapo in central square and in your ear in harvard), but a lot of others are way too expensive/don't have a ton of inventory. give me a big, smelly basement to dig through over a sleek, modern shop any day! this one fits the bill for me.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

who wore it first?

if you know me at all, you know that i love me some vintage clothing. not only do i love the whole process of finding gems among racks of riff-raff and the concept of clothing as a travel souvenir, but the fact that every piece had a life (or two or three lives) before i found it is endlessly fascinating to me. i love speculating about the previous owner(s) of each piece , though i've never documented these speculations. until now, that is!

1. this ridiculous "don't worry, be happy" tee


where i got it: the fremont sunday market in seattle--a huge, weekly bazaar of all sorts of secondhand treasures

who wore it first: a cheerful nine year-old tomboy named scout. she begged her mom for it on a 1992 family vacation to key west.


2. this crazy, colorful 1960s coat



where i got it: the SoWa vintage market in boston's south end

who wore it first: a sassy, streetwise twenty-something boston department store employee named pamela.


3. this badass harley davidson vest




where i got it: to be honest, i've had this one for 10 years so i'm not completely certain. but definitely either the salvation army in nashua, nh or the goodwill in poughkeepsie, ny.

who wore it first: a san mateo biker babe named joan who wore it on her solo, post-divorce, soul-searching ride across the country. obviously.


4. this retro dress 



where i got it: 40 south vintage in my 'hood, jamaica plain

who wore it first: a vapid, adulterous secretary named vicki, who leaves a trail of broken boss' hearts wherever she goes.



5. this sunny sweater



where i got it: raspberry beret in porter square, cambridge

who wore it first: an manic pixie dream girl/art school freshman that paired it with flowing skirts and wore it to sketch in the park.

6. this dope day dress


where i got it: the now-shuttered odd showroom in portsmouth, nh, an awesome boutique owned by one of elliott smith's ex-girlfriends (who's basically the coolest person ever).

who wore it first: a demure elementary school teacher named susan--she wore it with a white cardigan and pantyhose, of course!


7. this rock 'n roll vest



where i got it: raspberry beret in porter square, cambridge (again)

who wore it first: a scrappy '90s music PR assistant in manhattan named nicole. as a bonus, she could also wear it after work to schmooze with A&R reps at shows.


8. this PNW-obsessed top


where i got it: animal traffic in portland, oregon

who wore it first: a sorta-crunchy portland native named zoe. her boyfriend oliver bought it for her earnestly as a 17th birthday gift.


9. this euro blouse

where i got it: a really cool shop in amsterdam that i'll never be able to remember the name of because it's probably dutch

who wore it first: an ambitious real estate agent named mila who has a side hustle selling handmade scarves and mittens on etsy.


Thursday, March 30, 2017

a spring fashion wishlist

i'm currently on a shopping hiatus to conserve funds, so i've been spending much of my time drooling over cute spring apparel on various sites, adding 20 items to my cart, and closing the window. please indulge me and enjoy some of the best pieces i've found in my recent internet travels.


this adorably springy dress and also maybe that pup (modcloth)

a retro bomber jacket (anthropologie)

a sassy romper that i'd have absolutely nowhere to wear (urban outfitters)

this cheeky graphic tee (human)

"cropped linen overalls" even though i typically hate overalls, because you can't deny these (urban outfitters)

some casual espadrille tennis shoes for $158 (anthropologie)

this unique and sweet '90s top (it says "just take these flowers")(etsy)

Sunday, August 11, 2013

delusions of anthropologie



I pull the fluffy, multicolored patchwork duvet cover off of the moss green pillows, and imagine how much sweeter my dreams would be if I were snuggled comfortably in that that antique brass display bed, clad in a whimsical cream-and-pink striped nightgown. Before I drift off to sleep, I page through Barbara Ireland’s 36 Hours: 125 Weekends in Europe, and plan an overseas getaway with my adoring, slightly scruffy boyfriend.

I wake in the morning and sip my French pressed coffee from a monogrammed ceramic mug, as I gaze out of my brownstone window at the bustling city block below. After a shower, where I try out my new cedar wood-scented goat’s milk soap, I slide open the bedroom closet to reveal a collection of dresses, sweaters, a-line skirts, and flowing blouses -- all in jewel tones and organized by color. It’s pretty brisk today, so I select a plum shift dress and goldenrod cardigan, accessorizing with a gray scarf, silver charm bracelet, and feather drop earrings. I lace up my ankle boots and take one last glance in the mirror, slathering some rosebud salve on my lips and throwing a soft chestnut leather satchel over one shoulder. 

The farmers market is abuzz this morning, and the delicious smells of fresh fruit and flowers mingle in the air with just-popped kettle corn and hazelnut lattes. I pull a piece of stationery -- replete with printed pastel birds -- out of my bag, and survey the list for tonight’s dinner party. A baguette to slice and spread thick with truffle butter, organic mushrooms for the ragout that will accompany the beef tenderloin, and five Granny Smiths for apple crisp a la mode. Once all of the ingredients are purchased, they go straight into the basket of my vintage bike, and along for the ride to a nearby park. I nestle under a shady oak, and spend the next few hours journaling in my Moleskine.

Upon my return home, I discover that my boyfriend has already started preparing dinner, and he gets up from the tufted teal settee to greet me. I inhale deeply, trying to identify each savory spice. While the beef is roasting, I uncork a bottle of pinot noir and pour two glasses. We slice apples into a copper pot as I pore over the crisp recipe, dog-eared in my gluten-free dessert cookbook. We share a brief, impromptu slow dance in the kitchen when Paolo Nutini’s “Loving You” begins playing from my laptop, before we’re interrupted by the familiar beep of the timer. 

The crisp is in the oven, the candles are lit, and our farmhouse table is set with hand-painted dishes, antique flatware, and paisley cloth napkins. It’s just about time to change into my lace cocktail dress, break in my slingback heels, and apply some lipstick. I’m in a muted mauve mood tonight. 

I slide off the sweater and dress, pull on my t-shirt, and button up my jeans. “Thanks,” I say, handing the garments back to the fitting room attendant, “but I need a little more time to think about this.”