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April 2013

Eat the Meat

Most of my restaurant reviews are put on Trip Advisor, so I don’t feel the need to post them here, but once in a while a really great steak will impel me to spread the word as far and as wide as possible – and since I can put uncensored stuff up on my own site, here is the racier version of our recent trip to Boston Chops:

While some would have you believe in the old adage, “It ain’t the meat, it’s the motion”, Boston Chops is proving that it’s actually just the meat that matters. (Apologies to some of the lesser-endowed gentlemen – you know who you are.) This steak-house struts confidently into the South End culinary scene, drops its big dick on the table, and lets the diners look, savor, and feast. Brought to you by the masterful folks behind Deuxave and dbar, Boston Chops puts the meat up front and center, but supports it with a cast of colorful sides, lesser known dishes, and a beefed-up bar scene that offers unique and classic cocktails, along with an ample wine and beer list.

The serious meat-lover will find things they’d be vexed to locate at the average steakhouse, including the items found on their “Rarely Celebrated” list: Brined, Braised & Grilled Tongue, Roasted Bone Marrow, Crispy Oxtail Croquettes, Grilled Herb marinated Heart, and Braised Tripe. There are some serious side dishes as well, including a Pork Belly Mac & Cheese, Duck Fat Fingerlings with Lardons, and more traditional fare like grilled asparagus and Brussels Sprouts au Canard – though it’s their “Poutine Style Twice Baked “Loaded” Potato” that is currently getting all the accolades (and at $12 it had better).

A flashy cocktail list offers several nifty twists on some classic favorites. The Chops Manhattan utilizes its own five-spice bitters (and a decadent Luxardo cherry), the Lime Rickey gets a Raspberry makeover, and the “Old Town” is their take on the Old Fashioned, with a Grip Rye, fig, and Black walnut backing it all up. Fittingly here, the red wines slightly outnumber the whites, but both are dwarfed by the long list of beers. A popover is provided to each diner – a rather retro offering, not unappreciated, but appropriately airy, therefore not as substantial as some diners may desire. Do not fret, though, because the heart of the affair is always in the entrée.

As mentioned, it’s the meat that takes pride of place here, from a few 8 oz. cuts in the $25 range to the 22 oz., Prime Boston Chop, Bone in Rib Eye for $58. I settled somewhere between the two, with a Filet Mignon for $39. It was easily the best piece of meat I’ve had in a very long time – super succulent, tantalizingly tender, and perfectly rendered to a red, warm center. The plating is simple, almost sparse, as it arrives with only the steak and the seasonal greens. Servers with large bowls appear quickly to fill in the blanks with their “generous frites” (which they claim will be refilled, but on this busy night that never happens). No matter, the steak is more than substantial, and it is so good the rest doesn’t much matter. In addition, all the steak sauces one could wish for are on hand to accompany your meal:  Boston Chops House (an amped up, tangy barbecue sauce with a bit more bite), Bordelaise, Bearnaise, Peppercorn, BBQ, Creamy Horseradish, and a Chimichurri Butter.

Service was decent, particularly on a bustling Saturday night, and if the water we requested took a little longer than expected, it was ultimately brought with profuse apologies by the server. While we overheard another server telling the table next to us that the steaks were taking a longer than usual to prepare, given the crowd, we experienced no such delay for our entrees. The check took some time, but again, the restaurant seemed to be operating at full capacity. Along those lines, the bar scene was loud and lively, so if you’re looking for intimacy or simple conversation, don’t go during peak hours. For a Saturday night on the town, it fit the excitement level perfectly.

I don’t frequently return to the same restaurant so soon, but I will definitely be going back to Boston Chops in the very near future, as there were too many cocktails and interesting sides to try in just one sitting – and that kind of meat just can’t be beat.

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Boston Back in Bloom

The crocus gets all the glory at this early stage of the gardening year, but there are other little jewels that sparkle in their own way, including the Lenten Rose and the snowdrops seen below. Every spring I make a vow to plant more of these early harbingers of the season – so desperately appreciated are they at this time of the year – and every fall I see the bulbs from which they originate in the garden stores, and I pass them by with a lazy shrug. After a winter that doesn’t want to go away, they are even more appreciated, so this September/October I’ll see if I can make the effort. For now, I’ll enjoy the work of others, as seen from the streets of Boston.

 

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How Far A Painting From A Photograph

On some nights, when the light is just right, when the sky has just switched from blue to black, when the clouds are rolling high across the firmament, the camera instills its shots with a painting-like quality or abstraction, softness and buffered light, a glow and a forgiving shadow, the subtle blending of colors out of focus and somehow renewed from it. It happens most magically at the fall of dusk, in that in-between moment that so gorgeously and simultaneously lights and dims the sky, the slow-closing curtain of night. The first chartreuse of the willow weeps then, the other-worldly orbs of street lamps light the way, and the mottled tapestry of the clouds in the night sky is shaded mauve from the remnants of the sun no longer to be seen.

We make our own light as the night deepens ~ with our cars, our restaurants, our homes. How much of our history – collectively and of a day – is spent in chasing the light? Too much, I think. We have forgotten to find our way in the dark, or, more accurately, not to find our way in the dark. Today the dark is no reason to stop or sleep, and it should be. We were not designed to go without pause.

 

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No Rear Entry

It’s always best to go in the front door – and with entrances like these why would you want to go in the back way? I’ve never been through any of these entry-ways (though I’ve been into the next-door-neighbor’s of two of them). There is always such promise behind a well-lit door at night, such reassuring warmth and hope, even if it’s illusory, even if the door will always be locked to us. It is, sometimes, enough just to look.

 

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Ben Cohen’s Leaked Full-Frontal Shots!

Forget my full-frontal reveal, and check out Ben Cohen’s package below. If you want to talk about a major male nudity get, I think Mr. Cohen may come in second only to David Beckham. Second best or not, the battle of the bulge is hotter than ever. (Though I didn’t expect his balls to be so, well, dirty…)

Wait for it…

Two times in one day? I almost feel bad.

Almost.

And really – did you think it would happen? There are two things you will never see on this site: my cock and Ben Cohen’s cock. David Beckham’s dick is still up in the air…

 

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Holy Recap!

We made it through another Holy Week, by the Grace of God (and a little help from Jesus, I’m sure). It was a week of new Easter traditions, as the seasons slowly inched toward a slightly warmer shift. Changes were afoot at work as well, portending a very different spring/summer at the office. But let’s not talk about work here – this is the place for fun and frivolity, so let’s get back to that grind.

Spring cleaning got underway at the Boston condo, and I got down on my hands and knees to polish things up right spiffy-like. Years of wear and tear were left on two rolls of paper towels, so hopefully those of us who stay there will be a little more careful with keeping things clean (sheets included).

Cherries were forced and feet were fetishized, and the youth of America proved both hopeless and hopeful.

Hunks weren’t always of the Day, but they were represented nobly, and nakedly, by the likes of Nick Beyeler and, as befitting the season, Jesus Luz.

To make amends for the slimmer hunk offerings, I gave you this mega post of shirtless male celebrities. I think that should more than make up for it.

Finally, it wouldn’t be an Easter Sunday without that frightening Easter bunny shot taken when I was a kid. This year, however, we had a little twist, as I exonerated thirty-plus years of Easter trauma with one fell poof of a rabbit’s tail.

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My Full-Frontal Shot, At Long Fully-Naked Last

You’ve asked for it for years. I’ve teased and toyed, hemmed and hawed, held it and hesitated. The longest bout of edging is drawing to its inevitable close, and today is the day. We have come to the Full-frontal male nudity final frontier of this site. Are you ready to rock out with your cock out? Hang on… and scroll down. Way down… because an event of this magnitude requires a little teasing before the pleasing…

The day you knew would arrive is here – you’ll survive…

Oh come on.

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