Yesterday was a near-perfect day in food. If only I'd gotten dessert. I went down to Providence for the day and sweated, ate, and repeated the two many times over. The morning began with Gruyere croissants en route into the city. We paused for some anthropology and art before "Lunch Part 1": seafood pancakes from a food truck. Then there was the detour for lemonade/iced tea. And "Lunch Part 2": half order eggs Benedict with pulled pork hash at a place we all likened to "Other Side Cafe in Boston, except with really good food. And capable service." Despite its hipster-dive atmosphere, I can't recommend Julian's enough. It does vegan, vegetarian, and fatty meat all so well. (Laura made sure of this. "Just to make sure, the 'soy marinaded steak' is actual meat, right?") To burn all this off, we slowly walked around a lake, only to circle back to town for early happy hour (Pacifico, hummus, corn fritters) as Z-the-Underaged watched. He also got to compare restaurant notes with Laura. Lesson learned? Undergrad Boys and Grad School Women run in very different restaurant/bar scenes. We learned that lesson again when we decamped to our next stop: an absurdly twee tapas bar where we had yet more food amid high ceilings, exposed beams, chalkboard menus, and a quirky waitress.
Like I said, a terribly trendy and wonderful food day. My only regret was that we didn't have dessert (we were too full and lacked foresight). Because miraculous as it sounds, by the time I got home around 11pm, I was hungry again.
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