So. My husband and I went back to Boston 2 weekends ago, to see the Richard Avedon fashion photographs and the Arnold Scaasi exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts.
We arrived Friday afternoon at our favorite Boston hotel, Nine Zero, to find our room not ready (they were upgrading us) so we went off to lunch. We went again to Marliave and the fall menu was even better than the summer. My husband tried a micro brewery IPA, called Dog Fishhead that he loved (!) while I had a Jennie Churchill (rye, sweet vermouth, bitters) that I liked but didn't love. Then he had a hamburger which he also loved saying it was juicy but firm being made of really high quality meat. I had a lovely dish of 3 scallops in an herbed mushroom gravy with 3 pumpkin ravioli's on top then garnished with pumpkin seeds. Even I chose to skip dessert (partially because we stopped at a rest stop that had a Ben and Jerry's and let's just say I rested).
We got back to the hotel and still had to wait so my gorgeous husband sent me to the Charles St. shops that he knows I love and he doesn't. I bought a few pieces at one of my favorite stores, Holiday. As I was walking back a beautiful long-haired 50 year old blonde sailed passed me and exclaimed, "great choice, Holiday!" I had just enough time to say "yes, I love it!" As she past. So funny!
It was hot and humid and I was uncomfortable and being bothered by too much work stuff on my Blackberry. I got back to the hotel, chatted with one of our favorite front desk ladies and she gave me a key and I went upstairs. They upgraded us to suite!!!!!!!!! I walked in to the room, rejoining my husband. I dropped my bag in the front door to exclaim, "we have a dining room table..." Sigh... Then he said, "go down the hall". We have a hall. In our room. I asked if we could call in sick all week and just stay in the room. It is the sexiest room we've ever had!!!!!
Our bedroom
Our hallway(!!!!!)
1/2 our living room
Time for dinner and we went to Mooo (his favorite). Before we left out hotel out concierge told us to ask the host at Mooo to show us the champagne rescued from the Titanic, which she took me too. It was in the wine room which also held bottles of wine from every decade some I better condition than others. I saw bottles of Chateau D'Yquem next to each other, one from 1957 whose label was all faded and shredded, the bottle full of dust and the other from 1921 in near perfect condition, that was an interesting study, actually.
We ordered cocktails, I saw Pimm's on the menu so my husband decided to order that because our English friends made it for us a few months ago and he liked it. But their version was lighter and he didn't like this one-it was almost pure alcohol, it had no fruit or soda. We thought through our guys' ingredients and realized they used Sprite so we ordered a glass of Sprite and he poured some in-et voila, he liked the drink much more. I had a glass of Laguvillin, well a finger's worth anyway, with a few drops of room temperature water-just the way I love it. Our waiter offered a few specials one being a duck confit hash-shredded duck sauteed with diced potatoes, turnips and butternut squash-we jumped at ordering that but alas never got to taste it, it had a mirepoix of carrots, onions, celery and my husband simply detests onions so we cancelled it and I never got to taste it. Sad...but we had Kobe beef dumplings -beggars purses filled with Kobe beef (thin, house made pasta squares whose corners are gathered up around the tiny mound of meat), potato skins with Gruyere and bacon, tuna tartar (served in a sweet spicy gravy with huge sesame crackers in a glass bowl but that bowl was in a HUGE wooden bowl filled with shaved ice which was overpoweringly large and a little overpowering), freshly baked Parker house rolls, Iceberg lettuce wedges with blue cheese dressing and tomatoes. All wonderful. Again we skipped dessert-we were full and tired, it was 11 pm and my husband is NOT used to waking up at 5:30 (I'll tell you why he did in another post). Back in the room (I mean apartment) we found a bottle of champagne and a lovely cheese plate). We thought about it for a minute but decided we were too tired to start the bottle. We just walked back and forth in our apartment and as Scarlet O'hara often reminds me, tomorrow is another day...
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