Before Vodka can go any further into her Boston Best Thing I Ever Ate eating adventures, she needs to describe how she spent the morning prior to her lunch at Figs. Specifically, how she took a trolley tour of Boston by herself. And by "by herself," she does not simply mean "without a companion" (though this was also the case).
|Somebody Come and Play|
|This Would Be Humiliating If It Weren't So Hilarious|
|You're Welcome for the Tourist Dollars, Boston|
|Well, "Blue" Is Relative in This Case|
|For Christmas, Boston Bought Me a Building|
|Deaf and on a Doctor-Imposed Low-Carb Diet|
|That's What Friends Are For|
When my friend arrives, we set about ordering our lunch - Vodka the Best Thing I Ever Ate salad and her friend, the gnocchi. Though the pizza looks luxuriously tempting, Vodka's former roommate had warned her that morning, "Don't make the mistake of ordering a whole pizza" (a mistake which, ridiculous as it may sound, the roommate had obviously made at Figs before), and so Vodka is conscientious not to do so. After all, she still has a full evening of Boston eating ahead of her.
|And She Has Already Gotten Sidetracked by a Non-Itinerary Bowl of Chowder Earlier in the Day|
|Dear Restaurants, Please Study What "Al Dente" Means and Start Applying It to Gnocchi|
|Holy Lot of Cheese, Batman|
|Are They Croutons or Olive Garden Bread Sticks?!|
|Cafeteria-Style Plating? You Be the Judge|
Especially one that is featured along Vodka's very own Boston trolley route.
|Whether or Not They're Always Glad You Came|