Girl Gone Globetrotting

Hey all you lovers of Boston, Instagram, pretty photos AND/OR architecture — I started a whole new public Instagram devoted to the beautiful buildings in Boston: brownstonesofboston. Check it out, follow it, share it, do whatever you wish!

Photography by me. April 2013.

Though the past week in Boston has been incredibly troubling and disorienting, and at the same time uplifting and touching, a couple of weeks ago, these were my main thoughts on Boston.

1. I went to my first Celtics game at the TD Garden. The Garden has a silly rule that if you’re under 25 you need a state ID (aka a passport or military ID) to buy alcohol. It’s a ridiculous product of the 80 colleges and millions of under-age undergrads that try to buy beer illegally.
2. Finally, I went to Bukowski’s Tavern in Back Bay after walking past it for more than a year. This tiny place has tons of personality, its menu features a section for today’s “fucking” specials.
3. It still has yet to warm up to my Arizona girl standards. (I need 70 to be warm outside.) But it warmed up to 65 one day, and Bostonians couldn’t help but sun themselves.

Photography by me. April 2013.

This little juice bar in Back Bay is the most “LA” I’ve felt since leaving the west coast. Fresh squeezed juices, smoothies, and healthy snacks abound at Juice. I can’t wait to try their seasonal specialties that include pineapple and watermelon.

Photography by me. April 2013.

Word was going around my office that Cutty’s sandwich shop in Brookline has the best sandwich in Boston, so I had to go check it out.

J and I arrived at Cutty’s on a brisk spring day at around 2 p.m., well after the lunch rush. We found Cutty’s still hopping with people ready for delicious sandwiches. I took this as a good sign, and boy was I right.

Cutty’s is the kind of hip, exclusive place that only serves certain dishes on certain days. So J and I got the Saturday sandwiches, the pork rabe and the pork fennel.

My sandy, the sweeter of the two, had slow-roasted pork, pickled fennel and roasted garlic on a sesame seed roll. The roll was amazing—crunchy, but moist. And I love me some sesame seeds. Bread is my weakness. So if I think the bread is good, it’s (in my humble opinion) de-lish.

J’s sandwich was the saltier, more savory of the two. His was comprised of the same slow-roasted pork and sesame seed roll but paired with sauteed broccoli rabe and provolone cheese. Yum!

While Cutty’s is definitely a trendy place, it has a homemade, mom-and-pop feel. They hang giant signs made of white butcher paper with blue painter’s tape detailing their fried chicken Sunday and for sale pork fat. The restaurant can seat at most 15 people and yet it’s people of all walks of life, not just the “cool” people.

I can’t wait to go back to Cutty’s to try their famous fried chicken, but until then, I’ll always have the memory of that amazing pork fennel sandwich.

Photography by me. April 2013.

Where to find it:
284 Washington St.
Brookline, Mass. 02445
(617) 505-1844

Photos from around Back Bay in Boston of the chaos that was still hanging around yesterday after Monday’s marathon bombings. News trucks, impromptu memorials, and tons of security were spotted everywhere.

Pray for Boston and that officials find the suspect soon.

Photography by me. April 2013.

Two photos of the lead pack of elite men running in the Boston Marathon at Cleveland Circle in Brighton.

Photography by me. April 2013.