my family has been using m.f.dulock’s shop concord prime since opening in 2008. he’s in the process of opening a new craft butcher shop in somerville and is looking for funding. by supporting him you’ll be supporting small farmers and small business.
Posts tagged boston.
sub city banh mi
at $3.00 you get a great baguette, nice charcuterie, sweet pickled veg & a killer logo on your wax paper sandwich bag. i was super skeptical due to the price, but it turned out to be a solid banh mi.
5:30 am, fort point.
perfect summer morning sunrise.
Boston is like America’s Bad-Taste Storm Sewer: all the worst fashion ideas from across the country flow there, stagnate, and putrefy. To be fair, it’s hard to be a fashion capital when half of your population is made up of undergraduate hoodie monsters, including those unfortunate coeds who don’t realize that leggings-as-pants were supposed to be paired with tops large enough to conceal their cameltoes. Yet when they graduate, they can wear their Uggs and still fit in at the country’s largest frat party on Lansdowne behind Fenway, where they can take breaks between body shots to admire just how long boot-cut jeans can stay in style in one place. And any classy lady from Beantown is bound to be impressed by formal sportswear. “But Boston is the epicenter of prep style!,” you say? That’s true, but due to so much local in-breeding, Boston suffers from a kind of Style Down Syndrome, where a little extra ends up ruining everything: Khakis!—with pleats. Boat shoes!—with socks. Knit ties!—actually, no one in Boston seems to have ever seen one of these. For the more proletarian-minded, there are the modest little burgs of Cambridge and Somerville, where everyone dresses like the proprietor of his or her very own meth lab. If you wonder how a people can live like this, well, it’s Jurassic Park for fashion troglodytes: life finds a way. —John B. Thompson
The City of Boston would like to install bike lanes on Mass. Ave between the Mass. Ave Bridge and Symphony.
This stretch of road is one of the hairiest sections of pavement I’ve ridden on, support this.
“I wanna write my whole life down, burn it there to the ground.”