Here’s the thing—on the days that I’d have an appointment with Janice, Jen and I would meet for post work/post shrinkage drinkies, dinner and dishing. While waiting for Jen, I’d take a long walk, do a bit of shopping, people watch in a coffee shop and just generally hang. This part of town was my home for close to 20 years. Though I was happy as Hell when we decamped to Cambridge, there was SO much to love about the Allston/Brighton/Brookline area.
Kupel’s Bakery—makers of the best damn bagels on the planet and *mmmmmmmmmmm* hamantaschen!
Golden Temple—Amazing, fresh, no MSG, no trans fats Chinese food AND the best damn limoncello martini on the planet.
Grasshopper—the vegan Chinese/Vietnamese that we all went to recently.
YoMa—the Burmese joint that I’m in mad love with.
There’s FoMu for ice cream.
Deep Ellum with their amazingly creative barkeeps.
Matt Murphy’s with its cozy atmosphere and perfect for nearly every mood menu.
O’Leary’s, a very friendly, no frills, warm and comfy Irish joint.
The Regal Beagle—a great place to discover cocktails never imagined.
THE best bookstore in the Boston area is the independently owned Brookline Booksmith in Coolidge Corner. There’s the awesome Coolidge Corner Movie Theater—though I've not been there since the old hearing took the last train for the coast. No closed captioning there don’cha know. My fav head shop and hippy/groovy clothing emporium, Buried Treasures is in Allston.
It feels as though yesterday was my last time in the neighborhood. Certainly I can go back BUT, with Jen no longer working there and Janice on, possibly permanent, hiatus, it was my last casual-ish occasion in the area. Now, if I’ve a yen for Burmese chow or a Moscow Mule or want to browse Paperback Booksmith’s Used Book Cellar OR need more incense, I gotta make a special trip, brave the always wretched traffic on 93 North AND find parking.
Yes, yes I can find what I need in Central and Harvard Squares (just one bus and one train ride away AND the parking’s generally less onerous if I go crazy and drive) BUT it’s not Allston/Brighton—the very first neighborhood I lived in when I moved to Boston after college and carnival.
Yesterday felt like goodbye.
|Allston street art|