I was famished when I walked into Pressed. I had been up at six am, skipped breakfast, got stuck in traffic, rattled around on a duck boat tour and by eleven o’ clock, walking around Boston, I was ready to start eating my own hand off, because I needed food ASAP. Visions of bacon and French toast were dancing in my head. It was going to be delicious and full of calories. The BEST kind of brunch, you know?

My aunt said she knew the perfect place! And off we went to Pressed. Spoiler alert: It was not the perfect place.

This is what my aunt ordered. It’s her favorite.

I cannot describe to you the amount of horror and disappointment that washed over both me and my significant other when we walked into what could only be described as a vegan’s wet dream. Acai bowls and smoothies galore! It wasn’t that it didn’t look good… It’s just… it didn’t sound good and none of it was filling.

Okay, and I hate eating healthy BUT, I’m willing to concede that maybe I could’ve handled the situation better if I wasn’t so ravenous. I was hangrily ordering some bowl with avocados in it because avocados were the one thing keeping me sane in this place full of chia seeds and fruit.

This what I ordered. It tasted like baby food.

My boyfriend ordered some kind of toast with tomatoes and avocados. I could see from the look on his face that he wanted pizza, or maybe bbq. Later that night, he would start laughing maniacally while asking “what the hell did we eat?!” over and over again.

What my boyfriend ate, which induced hysterics later that night.

And if I can allow a slight confession? I totally trotted to the cafe down the street right after and got a bacon-egg sandwich. IT WAS SO SATISFYING, no regrets.

It’s upsetting to me that I could not find joy in this place, because really, they had good stuff that I just could not appreciate. I honestly think they deserve rave reviews. I mean, just look at the pictures. They scream “Eat me!” and yet… My stomach seemed to be pissed off that I was asking it to survive on what equated to super fruity yogurt and flax. I’m telling you, if you are a healthy, responsible human being who cares about what you put into your body, you will positively adore Pressed. If you are like me, a person who becomes unhinged if there is not grease served alongside their meal, then maybe… give this a pass. Heh.

I’m so going to die of three clogged arteries to the heart.

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3 thoughts on “Pressed – a Restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts.

  • Umm…..nope. I don’t mind eating healthy, but this is not exactly my idea of good food. My mom works with a lot of women who pour chia seeds in their water bottles. I just couldn’t imagine those things sliding down my throat when I’m dying of thirst!

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