Tatte – at least I believe that’s the name of the restaurant – was my saving grace in Boston. It gave me food that felt homemade and full of carbs. Warm, delicious and simple without any millennial hipster vibes thrown in. Tatte came into my life like a beacon of hope–it was the place I ran to after the disaster that was Pressed. It thrived on good ol’ fashioned breakfasts and pastries and made me drool as soon as I stepped inside. Please note, I was famished when I made my way in here so this cafe will probably get
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Pressed – a Restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts.
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
Duck Boat Tour in Boston, Massachusetts
I never once thought I’d find myself on a duck boat. I’ve seen them in Seattle and New Orleans, and heard absurd quacking emanating from them. But you know what? Not only did I get on one at the ungodly hour of nine in the morning but I quacked. That’s right, I honked with the rest of the crowd and I loved it. I liked it because you learn so many interesting facts about the city. In this case it was JFK’s favorite restaurant and his apartment on the side for any naughty affairs he may (or may not) have
An Open Letter to Boston, Massachusetts
Dear Boston To be honest, I have a bias towards you. I have family here so it always gives me warm feelings when I arrive within your city limits. Your city, while holding many monuments, is not a tribute to the past. It is an example of change, progressiveness and revolution. I found myself standing on history while feeling like history is still being made. It was a strange connection to the past and present that I cannot quite communicate in words. 2 hours later, enjoying a downpour! My boyfriend through gritted teeth was saying, “this is not the time