This evening was such a great time to write. It was all rainy and chilly out and warm and cozy in my apartment. Maybe it was the breathy ballads of Elliot Smith, but the night also felt really conducive to wallowing in nostalgia so I started reminiscing and wrote the following...

He walked into the tiny diner in Hollis, New Hampshire, where I worked as a waitress, wearing a perfectly tailored navy blue suit with subtle pinstripes, a crisp white button-down shirt and leather shoes. I was wearing food stains, some droplets of dried sweat, bad hair, worn jeans and an ill-fitting tee shirt. So when he strolled over to one of my tables with a copy of the New York Times tucked under his arm and a grin flashing perfect, white teeth, I handed him a menu without making eye contact and tried desperately to disappear.

I was successful at making absolutely no impression on him that night, but soon Mike was making a habit of sitting in my section with his dapper outfits and cosmopolitan reading material, and my surly waitress act was hard to maintain. His cologne made me giddy, his charm made me blush, and eventually our conversations made me smile. During our weekly dinners together, I discovered that Mike was a single lawyer who had just moved to town from New York and had opened his own practice down the street from the diner. He was a passionate Democrat, loved baseball and astronomy, and owned a high tech telescope and a house perched high on a hill with amazing views of the stars. He was also fifteen years my senior.
Learning his age did not stop me from lingering at his table to share the details of my day, in fact I came by with a fresh pour of coffee even more frequently. I’d always had a fantasy of dating an older man. I thought that if a man had lived longer, he would have more life experience and therefore would be more sophisticated, refined and intelligent than the guys of my generation. In the short time I had known Mike he had proven to be the most dashing, confident and successful man I had ever met; he owned his own business and his own house and his own telescope! Some may explain the older-man fantasy as an Oedipal complex, or use Freud’s diagnosis that daughters harbor a secret sexual longing for the father figure. Whatever. I wanted to be the student to his teacher, the ingenue to his Clooney, the candy on his arm. When he suggested we eat dinner together one night with both of us seated at the same table and me not wearing an apron, I enthusiastically agreed.
In the beginning of our courtship we stuck to the script and played our roles accordingly. He was chivalrous, poised and self-assured and taught me how to score a baseball game and mix a perfect martini. I was wide-eyed and flattered, and willing to follow his lead. But after a couple of months, we turned the page and found the last act no longer entertaining. I lost interest in our nightly routine of meeting at his house, changing into what he referred to as our “comfy duds” and watching a sports game or staring at the stars. I started to bristle with irritation at his outdated expressions like “now you’re cooking with gas!” and the imprints left on his ankles from his too tight trouser socks. He started to find my waitressing job and late hours irresponsible and my confusion as to what to do with my life, dramatic.

I realize now that our relationship didn’t fail because of our age difference, it failed because we acted like characters in some tired fantasy. When I wanted to be the expert on a topic, Mike was not a good listener and when he acted like an ordinary guy, I was disappointed.

I realize now that to love someone is to see them as a person who is scared, beautiful, funny, has bad habits, needs to be supported, needs to feel strong and is sometimes selfish. Being in a relationship means striking a balance between doing what needs to be done to ensure personal happiness and still remain loyal to the person you love. Every Red Sox season, I think of Mike and I hope he has found a person with who he feels comfortable sharing all dimensions of his personality and doesn’t always have to be the responsible adult with smart clothes, expensive cologne and interesting hobbies. I hope he’s lounging in a pair of comfy duds, sharing his view of the stars.

Call for Boston Writers

I know I have been terrible about updating my blog, and I seriously hope to do better. Naughty, naughty, naughty. If anyone is still out there, I have a favor. One reason I've been a terrible blogger is because I've been editing and writing my little heart out, and get this, for money! Woo hoo. One of my latest projects is editing Thirsty Boston, the newest addition to the Hungry City series. (Go to hungrycity.com for more info about the series.) Thirsty aims to be Boston's first comprehensive bar guide written by locals who love to imbibe. If you're interested in becoming a contributor, keep reading:

Contributors wanted for Thirsty Boston, the first comprehensive guidebook to Boston’s favorite watering holes. This is your chance to tell the world about the place you like best to grab a drink, whether it’s one that requires an ID or not. Tell us about your favorite bar, favorite cafe, tea house, and/or diner. Imbibers of all occupations and day jobs are encouraged to contribute. So if you care to share your neighborhood secrets, we want to hear from you!

You will receive a full byline for each review that you write and a two to three line bio in the back of the book. The book will be available in all major book sellers so you will have the pleasure of seeing your name and opinions in print. You will also receive a complimentary copy of the book and a deep discount on all additional copies. Finally, you’ll get a chance to network with other writers at our launch parties.

If this sounds like something you want to be a part of, please email me at bielagusabby@gmail.com with "Thirsty Boston" in the subject line and I will provide you with additional information and samples. Help support the place where everyone knows your name!

I hope to hear from you, from someone....

Salvatore's

Salvatore's
221 Northern Ave, Boston
www.salvatoresboston.com
Phone: 617.737.5454

A feeling of suspicion arises when a brand new chunk of land is predicted to be the latest desirable neighborhood. A neighborhood should naturally become desirable after years of being inhabited by artists and other single people with good taste. Boston's latest self-described hip hood, the seaport district, seemed destined for failure because it is not an organically evolving community, but virtually empty land developed by businessman. And yet, surprisingly, the scheme for the district might just be working.

Salvatore's, a restaurant relatively new to the seaport district, (it was opened this past June) was almost entirely filled on a recent chilly and overcast Monday night. The weather's quick transformation from summer to fall that evening prevented the large outdoor patio from being crowded, but the bar and the dining room were bustling. High-rise luxury condo buildings that flank Salvatore's can be blamed for the crowds on a less-than-desirable night to eat out. The condos are home to fortunate college students, young professionals and rumor has it, to local heroes Jonathan Papelbon and Coco Crisp. But the bar's design itself should also be held responsible for the crowd. Plasma televisions are hung discretely, but efficiently, around the centrally located bar. Sleek metal stylings make the bar feel contemporary and urban. The same look carries over into the dining room, but here the room is softened by the carefully arranged orange throw pillows and candles in copper holders.

Glancing at the menu prices, one would not assume they are dining off the beaten path in a neighborhood whose success is still uncertain. However, when the dishes arrived absolutely heaped with food, it became obvious how much more bang is bought for a buck.  The shrimp crostini appetizer, for example, is served with about ten jumbo shrimp and roasted cherry tomatoes in a brandy tomato sauce with garlic and basil. Three large, thick slices of country sourdough bread are piled high in the middle of the dish, waiting for their inevitable ride through the sauce. A dip in the sauce will bring the taste of fresh tomatoes with subtle hints of garlic and basil. The shrimp were cooked perfectly; they were tender, crisp and juicy with good flavor and coloring. Although the sauce wouldn't have been spoiled by the addition of a tad more garlic and basil, it achieved its presumed goal of having a big tomato taste.
 
The antipasto plate is a great choice for a table to share. The aesthetically pleasing plate is filled with rows of rolled slices of imported sopressata, sweet capicola, and parma prosciutto. The rows of cured meat are interrupted twice, once by slices of fresh mozzarella and once with large pieces of sharp provolone. A handful of baby greens, and a selection of olives placed at the top of the plate add texture and color.

Our waitress, clearly passionate about the menu, was quick to offer recommendations for dinner; she said that those who like a bite on the tongue will love the spice shrimp and scallop fradiavolo. Shrimp and scallops are sautéed with olive oil, garlic, cherry tomatoes, chili peppers and white wine and served with mafaldine paste. This type of paste, not frequently seen on menus, is long, flat and wide with rippled edges. The pasta's shape, which is similar to lasagna, allows for it to hold its own in the most robust of sauces. A good use of this pasta is in Salvatore's mammarosa piccante which features the mafaldine in a rich tomato cream sauce tossed with fried pieces of prosciutto. 

The waitress also recommended, what is clearly a specialty of the house, the pork chop with vinegar peppers. The dish was presented by the chef himself, along with an anecdote about the dish in his mother's kitchen, and her method for pickling peppers. The pork chop is sautéed in extra virgin olive oil with garlic, shallots and cherry tomatoes and served with the much lauded vinegar peppers. A love of vinegar is a must for the dish because the peppers infuse each bite and cannot be ignored. Asparagus, cooked to perfection, and potato wedges accompany the dish.

Another specialty of the house is the dessert pizza. About eight slices of crispy pizza dough are topped with a generous spread of Nutella and drizzled with chocolate sauce.

It would be hard to make a mistake choosing the right beverage to go with your meal. Salvatore's wine list is quite extensive and features wine from all parts of the world in a variety of prices. A beverage list featuring martinis, margaritas and even sangria is also available.

The seaport district will continue to thrive if more businesses like Salvatore's place their trust in the real estate. Although the restaurant is shiny and new, it has staying power because the people behind the scenes have passion and experience. The passion was evident in the attention to details like the slices of lemon and lime brought with the tap water. It was also evident when the executive chef served our dishes with a side of conversation and made a point to stop and do the same at each and every table. The restaurant is owned by the experienced team who also owns Sal's pizza. The executive chef arrived in Boston from Italy years ago to work with Frank De Pasquale at Il Panino. If the seaport relies on establishments run with the right mix of passion and experience and not just cool architecture, in the near future Bostonians could be lunching in the district, reminiscing about the day when it was only some land and a lot of ideas. 
 

Something newish

For a little over a year now, I have been writing restaurant reviews for the website tablecritic.com. It hit me the other night, at like 3:38 am when I'm convinced my best ideas happen and I just rarely remember them, that I should post my reviews here as well. Starting today I'm also going to post pictures of me and my dining companion's outfits, and if I have the balls to approach, what the other diners were wearing that night as well. These posts will combine my two loves; food and fashion. I don't know why I didn't think of it before!

Himalayan Bistro

Himalayan Bistro
1735 Centre St,
West Roxbury, MA
www.himalayanbistro.net

West Roxbury, Jamaica Plain’s more conservative neighbor, has remained a stranger to hipsters, artists and the trendy bars and diverse eateries that usually follow the younger, cooler sect. But with the arrival of the Himalayan Bistro, the area’s first Nepalese restaurant, West Roxbury is beginning to shed its conventional skin. The bistro’s interior, reflective perhaps of the town’s character, is a bit too formal and could stand to be infused with a dash of cool. The sparse dining room feels like one vast box with booths lining the perimeter and tables methodically placed in the center. To one side of the front door, nestled in the corner, is a set of couches facing a round table. The mini sitting area is the only interruption from the restaurant’s extremely orderly set-up. Other decorative touches include pieces of Buddhist art on the walls and wooden ceiling beams painted in a pastel orange hue, but these do little to offset the empty feeling created by the room’s high ceilings and wood floors so well-polished they seem almost reflective. The slight decorative missteps can be forgiven when one hears that the space used to house a Brigham’s ice cream shop.

The Himalayan Bistro looks and acts much different than its predecessor, although there is still ice cream on the menu. Because of Nepal’s geography, the country’s cuisine is influenced by its Indian neighbors and therefore the Bistro’s menu features Indian as well as Nepalese dishes. Ice cream flavors include the traditional Indian flavor kulfi badam pista as well as mango, pistachio, ginger and coconut. There are the other usual suspects anyone familiar with Indian cuisine can expect such as samosas, biryani and vindaloo. Chef Dumbar Thapa has mastered tandoori cooking and any one of the tandoori specialties deserve a try. I would also recommend the cheese pakora; homemade cheese slices dipped in chick pea batter and fried. A spicy filling that tastes of cinnamon and nutmeg prevents any comparison of this appetizer to the omnipresent mozzarella stick found on American menus. My favorite curry on the Indian side of the menu is the shrimp curry from the coastal region of Goa. The sauce, made with freshly ground coconut, is a successful combination of savory and sweet. And as usual, the garlic naan is the perfect tool for scooping up leftover sauce.

Although Chef Dumbar Thapa proves his Indian cuisine rivals any other in the area, a more remarkable dining experience is had tasting the cuisine of Nepal. This side of the menu is more interesting mostly because of two ingredients native to Nepal, jimbu and timur. Jimbu is a herb that resembles grass, grows in the Himalayans, and is used to add savory flavor to some Nepalese dishes. Timur is a Himalayan peppercorn, and although it resembles the black peppercorns commonly ground in shakers to add spice, its taste is actually quite sweet and floral. Timur is used not only as a spice in some Nepalese dishes, but also as a remedy for altitude sickness. People suffering from the ailment chew on the peppercorns to elevate their nausea and dizziness.

Chef Dumbar Thapa has developed a love affair with the spices from his homeland. He speaks of them proudly, handles them gingerly and has learned of their distinct personality from his mother. As a child, he would hover in the kitchen watching her cook, and ask question after question. Each carefully prepared Nepalese dish reflects the answers he learned.
Any dish flavored with these unique and rare spices is a must. Another favorite dish from the Nepalese side of the menu is the steamed momos. Perhaps the most commonly known Nepalese dish (a version of them are served in restaurants around Boston and in their native country they are served as a snack in the streets of Kathamandu) at the Himalayan Bistro the steamed dumplings can be filled with chicken or lamb or they can remain vegetarian. Several come on a highly decorated plate, and our choice of chicken momos had a tender pasta shell and a juicy stuffing tinged with hints of ginger. No accouterment was needed to enhance the flavor of the dumplings, but the side of cilantro dipping sauce was too delicious to pass up.
 
Each dish ordered at the Himalayan Bistro, whether it be Indian or Nepalese, is cooked and served with the utmost of care. Each server that came to our table was friendly and informative and each dish was served in a decorative copper fondue pot and kept warm by a single lit candle. It is well worth the trip to skip the coolness of Jamaica Plain to enjoy the delicious food and warmth at the Himalayan Bistro.

Me and my hoodies

Most nights I love sleeping as the little spoon in a good cuddle. But some nights, (I would say once a week on average, although that average goes up during the winter months) all I want to do is come home, cook dinner, change into some comfy duds and catch up on America’s Next Top Model, The Hills, Gossip Girl, and Project Runway. My boyfriend (otherwise known as the big spoon) and I have coined a term for nights like these, we call them separate nights. I have my lazy night of good food and bad TV and he...I’m not really sure what he does on his separate night, but I think he enjoys it. When I feel a separate night coming on, he doesn’t protest all that much and sometimes he even suggests one. Looking forward to a separate night has been known to get me through a stressful day at work, get me up on a grey, depressing Monday and get me home without over-indulging at happy hour. These nights have become so precious to me that I have begun to blame them for the lack of forward movement in my relationship. I’m hesitant to move in with my boyfriend because the next step is marriage and then children and then the death of separate nights. I sometimes seriously think the solution is to keep my apartment forever, and never rent it out, so at least the possibility of a separate night exists. Or, as my sister points out, I could be like Helen Bonham Carter who, although married to Tim Burton, kept one half of the house to herself. Realistically, I know I need to just savor my separate nights now and then learn to give them up, or before I know it, I’ll end up with a calendar filled with separate nights and not a big spoon in sight.

My favorite hoodies to wear on separate nights:
1. Cloth by Easel (pink one): This is so soft it feels like a second skin. I love the ruching at the sleeves.

2. Diesel (black one): This sweatshirt is not only really comfortable but it has great details, like the exposed seams and emblem at the lower right corner. It makes me feel tough when I wear it.

3. French Connection (yellow one): The short sleeves come in handy when my building's heat is on too high. Not being able to control the heat can be a bummer.

4. Gap (brown one): This one is so long I can wear it just with leggings, or with no pants at all, which is the ultimate fatty outfit.

5. ? (grey one): This sweatshirt appeared in my life one day with no label, it’s origin unknown. I have asked all of my friends and relatives and no one will claim it. Is it yours? It's a mystery, but I'm glad it found me.

My favorite separate night treat:
A steaming mug of LA Burdick hot chocolate topped with Tiny Trapeze all natural marshmallow creme. The marshmallow creme is actually the best thing I have discovered at Whole Foods yet this year. It’s made without “junkie stuff” so it’s like Fluff that’s not bad for you. How perfect is that?!

Favorites

My new favorite line in a song:

"I'd rather be the one who loves, than to be loved, and never even know"
Song: Snow is Gone
Artist: Josh Ritter
Album: Hello Starling

My new favorite goods from Boston designers:


T-shirts by Etcetera Media. Kelly Smith and Chris Grimley are the team behind these super soft tees. I love the unique color combinations, the unexpected graphics and the shape. They aren't boxy, or too tight and they hit at just the right spot on jeans so you feel sexy without showing off skin. Go to www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5079340 and scroll down to see tees for sale. Or go to Etcetera Media's website at www.etceteramedia.com to learn more about the designers and see the other fabulous goods for sale. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the duo will be at the next South End Open Studios (I think it will be sometime around the holidays) where I first fell in love with their tees inside the studio at 46 Waltham St. #305.

The bag is by M. Flynn, the company headed by sisters Megan and Moira Flynn. Go to www.mflynnjewelry.com to shop other bags and see the fabulous jewelry designed by the sisters. Here are the reasons I love this bag.

1. The color goes with everything and yet is striking enough to get compliments from strangers on the street. People literally stop me weekly to ask where I got my bag. I love being able to say that it is from a Boston designer. I feel very in-the-know.

2. The Argentinean leather is really soft and yet durable. My bag one time was the target for a nasty sea gull and his present came off without leaving its mark on the leather. Ha ha!

3. The bag on a daily basis is stuffed with my bulging wallet (filled with receipts, business cards, credit cards and very little money) my journal, a book and/or magazine, my keys, 8 lipsticks, 3 pens, my digital camera and a ton of change and it never looks or feels too heavy.