Wellington-Harrington, domain of kings.
More about the Beak soon, but first…
There are many reasons why Wellington-Harrington, the mysteriously named Cambridge neighborhood in which I live, is awesome. Here is one.
Check out the Boston Globe’s highly scientific “Munch Madness” poll of the best restaurants in the Boston area. BOTH of the two battling it out in the final championship, Hungry Mother and Oleana, call Wellington-Harrington home. And that’s in a neighborhood less than a quarter-mile square.
(If you want to get really technical, Oleana is actually on the wrong side of Hampshire Street to be part of Wellington-Harrington proper, but whatever. I claim it now.)
Like the Room of Requirement, but for apple tarts and good beer....
Atwood’s is wonderful for many reasons. First, it is literally outside my door and for those of us who are so VERY LAZY (me!) it is nice knowing that there is a place mere paces from your bedroom where you can procure a delicious grilled cheese sandwich or apple tart whenever your little heart so desires, or whenever you run out of food in your fridge. Next, the food is great and (given the fine quality) very reasonably priced. The Bell and Evans chicken with veggies and spinach and whole-wheat linguini offer healthy comfort-food alternatives, while the pork loin and accompanying side of BACON MAC AND CHEESE remains a deliciously tempting treat. I’ve only had this dish once or twice, but I dreamed about the small for days afterward. It was like a having a phantom limb—whenever my stomach rumbled, I’d catch a whiff of that cheesy goodness in the air. Also exceptional: the Wild Boar bratwurst with sides of red cabbage and spaetzle make s it feel like Oktoberfest all year long. Third, Atwood’s offers great beer and music: admittedly I haven’t taken advantage of the music as often as I should (sadly, their weekly bluegrass night [Monday] starts at 10pm—past my bedtime on a school night!). On the other hand, Jim and I have definitely taken advantage of the beer—besides their swell selection of Belgian beer they offer local favorites like Pretty Things as well as less-local-but-awesome brews such as the fantastic Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale. Finally, we’ve always had great service at Atwood’s. We’ve encountered a series of pleasant and chipper servers who definitely add to the cheerful but mellow vibe that Atwood’s has perfected.
I am a big fan of sardines (as you can see for yourself in this entry I penned for a previous blog), so I was happy to find this description of a tin of them in “Ulysses.” It’s from the “Oxen of the Sun” chapter where Joyce moves through the history of English literature in his language and style. So he goes through Beowulf, the King James Bible, and so on. He’s describing some pretty mundane things, though, hence the humor.
I think the language here is supposed to be like Malory (though I’m not sure, still not using notes!).
And there was a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible thing without they see it natheless they are so. And these fishes lie in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the fatness that therein is like to the juices of the olive press.
I have to add this other quote, which I think is a description of a condom in the style of Bunyan.
… for that foul plague Allpox and the monsters they cared not for them for Preservative had given them a stout shield of oxengut and, third, that they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was that wicked devil by virtue of this same shield which was named Killchild.