Lions are all over Boston, something I never really noticed before and now notice everywhere. From the emblem and icon of the Lenox Hotel, to the guardians and entrance-greeters at the Capital Grille, to the grandiose pair lounging by the interior staircase of the Public Library, these felines regally pose around every corner of the city. (I think there’s also a prancing one atop the Old State House or some similarly historic building). Playing into that theme was our last culinary exercise of the anniversary weekend: brunch at the Lion’s Tail.
We arrived just as they were opening, passing a few smartly-planted pots of spring flowers spilling all their glory onto the sidewalk. (Andy tried to steer me clear of the dog pee that had just been sprayed near one of the pots because that’s what a good husband does.)
Located well into the South End, this is one of the relatively newer restaurants that is bringing the area further into gentrified popularity. While its menu was whimsically filled with a long list of cocktails (picture an adult fairy tale with fanciful drawings to match) they also serve food, including Sunday brunch.
Fresh roses filled small vases, while a large lion head roared from the back wall. The BLT Benedict I ordered came with thick slabs of bacon, while Andy’s French toast (somewhat lacking in batter and on the dry side) had an abundance of fresh berries. It felt like their specialty was cocktails, and no one should be faulted for that.
They were kind enough to bring out a plate of ice cream sandwiches for our anniversary, which was a sweet touch, and a sweet ending to our Boston meals. (Not that we needed any more sweetness ~ the bulk of a Chocolate Tower Cake was already boxed up for the ride home).
Our umbrellas must have acted to ward off the rain, as we began making a leisurely walk back with a couple of stops along the SoWa Market. Sad to see that Bobby’s is no longer in its original location, and the whole market isn’t what it used to be since moving into that basement area. Boston changes, as we all do ~ sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. A row of Kwanzan cherries was in magnificent full bloom, and beauty seemed to be following us, or vice versa. We took our time, winding our way through the South End, closer to Copley, and closer to the end of our trip…
