Despite my previous blog, I have always been a proud Bostonian, and there’s no better time to appreciate MA than fall.
Fenway franks taste even better when there’s a crispness in the air. And while I vow never succumb to drinking anything besides bud light at a Red Sox game (although I do detest beer..), ’tis the season of pumpkin spice coffees, espresso martinis, and shipyard pumpkin ale. Here’s to combat boots, scarves and layers upon layers ..to apple picking, pumpkin breads, and butternut squash.
Lets pull in the umbrellas, and shack up at the local bar. Now’s the time to explore those restaurants away from the waters edge. Farewell to Seaport’s Strega, Anthony’s Pier 4, and Barking Crab. Move over Tias and Whiskey Priest for the welcoming of warm fondue to share at the Wine Cellar. Alibi, the roof of Rattlesnakes and the Colonade pool will give way to dark and cozy corners of Toro, Red Lantern & Abe and Louies.
So, don’t be the leaf that refuses to turn yellow. Dive into fall and embrace your changing colors, for we are truly blessed to experience the magic of fall.
Paz & Amor,