Jen and I had a gaggle of friends and family staying with us last week for my master’s recital. At some point someone pointed to the June Bug Cafe around the corner and asked how it was. It’s crappy. I’m going to write about it here on the Festivus G so that next time people come visit I can avoid having a flashback of eating there.
At long last, an authentic taqueria is found in Harvard Square. Thank god, because I have been jonesing for some quality al pastor since I left San Jose. It was getting pretty ugly, until the other day when I had a break from rehearsal and stumbled onto greatness.
I was twenty-four years old when I tasted my first bagel. At that moment I realized that every baked and boiled ring of dough that came before was an imposter.
As part of Jen’s quest to completely deplete the city of Brookline of reuben sandwiches we stopped at Michael’s Deli in Coolidge Corner to take a bite out of the city’s remaining supply.
Jason made an offer I couldn’t refuse and took me to Amato’s to give them a review. What I found was a something so good, I’m surprised it hasn’t moved out of San Jose.
I spotted a taqueria I’d never seen before when I went to pick up Jen from work. I had to find out if it was up to snuff or if it was the same crappy tex-mex shit that normally passes for Mexican food here in Boston.
Festivus Gastronomicus
