Boston Globe Dishing Blog

welcome, dear reader;
repasts (slicked with fondness, fat)
mine, to remember.

Great Lost Bear

feeling skeptical
as the northern version of
spicy is, well, not

Local 188

we share many things
(train rides, stained mugs, pickles, dreams)
but brunch is sacred

Bistro du Midi

ribbons of pleasure,
woven through the tiara
of ev'ry princess

Gourmet Dumpling House

cravings are a queer
thing; to think! saucy putrid
tofu floats your boat

Coffee By Design

which trembles louder?
locally roasted beans or
a sleepy-eyed love?

Otto Pizza

oily ambrosia,
a besotted slice for three;
we took the long way

Duck Fat

the things that move us;
holy trinity of spud,
fowl grease and fungus

Novare Res

the universe casts
unanswerable questions
like, "mustaches? here?"

Beals Ice Cream

freshly churned dairy
casting a glow not unlike
stolen barn kisses

The Gallows

i refuse to live
in a world where the answer
to poutine is no

All Star Sandwich Bar

kimchi, immodest,
lavished upon this mouth-beast,
while koreans weep*

Danish Pastry House

fresh off the crumby
blade; sparks of ginger
a stealth stowaway

Bintliff's American Cafe

lust, feasting upon
the morning after; pink flesh
goads, succumbs, endures

Paseo

pork-stained fingertips,
tracing the slathered urban
plight, hot off the press

Cicchetti

wield your modesty
in more than arugula,
than porkfat, than brine

M Bar and Lounge

sleeping tidily
in lacquered berths, char and silk,
what fine orphanage

Kelly's Diner

if only we all
were soaked in cinnamon and
butter and mercy

Jo Jo Taipei

no less a comfort
than a mother putting on
your other mitten

Pastelaria Broadway

nose, jaw, sunk deeply,
losing myself in your fried
wiles, dear coxinha

Frank's Steak House

i am sixty-five;
townies do not give a damn
with each beefy chew

Street Treats

dessert first, she said,
pressing two snickerdoodles
deeper into cream

Tavern Law

lithe dancer, you are
green, wanton, casting
light against the darkest world

Voula's Offshore Cafe

the lingered beauty
as you burst like a dying
star, a crying child

Monsoon

meow, pussy cat-fish,
you play not with balls of yarn —
your fate is greater

Chiso

a reborn belly
draws breath from salty udon,
strands wet with wanting