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| just in case that drum circle gets out of line, you see. |
We went to dinner at Trade tonight, the new offering from Jody Adams, one of Boston's most famous and beloved culinary personalities. She's a James Beard Award-winning chef, which is a prettteee big deal, jsyk all you poor people who read this blog. The gorgeous new space is just across the street from the Occupy Boston location, the sites, sounds, smells, and persistent blue police lights of which haunted me through the windows while I spent $170 on cheese and bread. Let's take a look, shall we?
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| Trying to reach a consensus. Probably on how many small plates to share. |
The Boston Globe described the space like so: "The corner space occupied by Trade, designed by architect Maryann Thompson, is breathtaking. More Montreal than Boston, it has a sweeping bar, and whimsical constellations of low-intensity lights that are suspended from white sculptured "clouds." The very high ceilings rise above the clouds in brick arches that date to the building's original heyday. The lounge, which will include a communal table, seats 70. The adjacent main dining room will seat about 120. A color scheme of bright yellow, white, and natural brick opens the space even further."
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| Delicious ironies |
Earlier in the evening Noam Chomsky spoke at the site of the protest, but we missed it because we had $14 cocktails to drink. Later on we did get to see a guy driving by yell at a policeman to "arrest all of these losers." Then I got in the middle of a quickly escalating fight between a wasted kid and two much bigger meat head types who looked like they were fucking with him across the street from the group. Once I got closer, I realized that the younger dude, wild-eyed, disheveled, and out of his mind on one thing or another, was actually the one who was the aggressor after all. I had picked the wrong horse to side with in this particular race. Fortunately, no one really got hurt.
"I don't care, I'll kill a cop, nigger," the kid said in response to a suggestion that the police might be on the way. They weren't, they were busy monitoring those bongo players above.
"This is sad," Michelle said, as we walked through tent city. "It looks like it's all homeless people." Haha, yeah right. These are all rich kids playing at revolution, I thought to myself. GET A JOB YOU BUMS.
| $12 glasses of Malbec just over there man, what are you waiting for? |
One thing I couldn't figure out though, with all the trust fund kids who make up this whole Occupy Boston movement just around the corner, why weren't more of them popping in to Trade for dinner?
Maybe they were waiting for the opening weekend kinks to be worked out? Our waiter was a little overwhelmed at dinner, I have to say, but since it was only the second night of the soft opening, that was understandable. The cocktails were pretty boring, however, especially considering the price. I'll probably come back next time I'm in the area fomenting class war, but I might not make a special trip all the way down there to do so.
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5 comments:
Her cooking is revolutionary.
Heh. When we were walking through the tent area after dinner kind of wished I had saved some room for some of the yummy looking stuff they were serving there instead of a $10 two-bite piece of fried dough with prosciutto on it. The whole restaurant industry is such a fucking scam.
Mm, love the taste of sweaty protesting hippies in the morning.
how do you unboringize a cocktail?
make it taste like something other than water?
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