Our second day in Boston involved a lot of walking that made me wonder how “city” California cities are. (And, inevitably, how cheap public transportation is everywhere in the world except for California.)
Banksy and bao.
For the first time, I did something that was recommended to me by a FourSquare pop-up. Otherwise, I had no idea Banksy had done an installation in Boston’s Chinatown. It happened to be halfway up the street from the cheap souvenir store my mom was wandering around in, so I took a little break and checked out Banksy’s cancelled dreams.
Mom and I grabbed brunch at a place that basically had my name blaring out from a loudspeaker, Gourmet Dumpling House. The xiao long bao was a little salty, but they were seriously the biggest xiao long bao I’ve ever seen. And I mean that in the least sexual innuendoed way possible. The house noodle soup, though? Absolutely hits the spot. Highly recommend it.
Here he is trying to win me over.
Here he is realizing he ain’t gettin’ none.
Of course I’d come across quite a bit of press and media coverage for All Saints Spitalfields’ New York opening, but I more or less let New York storefront news go in one ear and out the other. I was walking up and down Newbury Street by myself when I came across two huge window displays completely full of vintage sewing machines – Oh, and big-ass SALE signs. Walking inside, I kind of get hit by a wave of excitement. All Saints’ pieces were my type of grungey, and my type of vintage-inspired. They actually had plaid and flannel pieces that I would consider wearing. (I’m generally not a plaid or flannel person.)
I walked in, even loved the rustic locking mechanisms in the fitting rooms, and walked out with a Linus Top and Wolverine Dress. Yes, Wolverine Dress. The Linus Top I got too big so it’s kinda weird, but the Wolverine Dress is a new favorite. I’m a sucker for huge cut-out backs and intricate graphic details. Why is it called a Wolverine Dress? Because there is a wolverine in the front. I’m not much of a skull print person, but I realized well after purchasing the Wolverine that it’s got a rather huge skull emblazoned across the front. But I can deal with that. It’s a Wolverine Dress. (Which I shall continue to wear as a top, thank you very much.)
Roxy and rabbit.
After my solo shopping trip, I headed back to my sister’s place to say hi to Roxy. Doesn’t she have a shiny coat? The girl’s pretty old, but she is as young at heart as a puppy. When you meet her, you’ve got to be sure to keep your mouth closed when you smile and say hi.
Unless you like making out with dogs.
For our second big gourmet dinner of the weekend, Mom, Asia, and I were off to Hamersley’s, Asia’s former place of employment and where her boyfriend is Sous Chef. Unfortunately I didn’t bring the good camera, but I can tell you I had braised Thumper for dinner. And a lot of really good starters. Amazing desserts.
One of the ridiculous souvenirs I picked up from Boston was a book called Tammy Does Boston, chronicling a black dog throughout landmarks of Boston, Massachusetts. Amongst the uberpatriotic shots of Boston’s most notable structures and general displays of industry is a shot of Tammy waiting outside of Hamersley’s.
When I go back, I’ll have the chefs sign the book. Only because I probably won’t find Tammy very easily.
Family at Church
In the evening-evening, Bridge, Asia, and I got together for our first legal sibling hangout with alcohol in the vicinity. (We’re very busy people with very different current locations.) Hit up Church for live music, a few games of pool, and amping up the bar’s average Asian count 400% percent.