The Franklin Cafe
In The Franklin Cafe's defense, we were not in the proper mindset when entering its doors. Having just come from four quiet, appealingly lit restaurants, we were not prepared for the onslaught of darkness, noise, and lack of seating that washed over us the minute we entered the premises.
|Who Ever Heard of Risking One's Hearing in Pursuit of Cabbage?|
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"Just stand anywhere in the restaurant," he answers, which is just about the least helpful response we have received in Boston thus far.
We decide to saddle up to the trash can at the end of the bar, prime position for hopping on the next available stools. Vodka, once again, is trying to order her latest obsession, flavored vodka and club soda, and she is appeased to learn that the Franklin Cafe is not only allowed to serve hard alcohol (ahem, Oleana), but they have a wide variety of flavors available. We tuck into our blueberry vodka soda and beer and preemptively order our corned beef and cabbage, hoping that seats will open up before our third dinner of the night arrives.
|Or Else We're Going to Blind You All with Vodka's Camera Flash Until You Leave|
|No Comment on How Closely Our Desired Dish Resembles Cat Food|
|And Throw This Dimly-Lit, Mediocre Bread into Said Can|
|New Campaign Image for "This Is Why You're Fat"|
|And If a Sprinkling of Salt Is the Highlight of a Dish, Well...|
|May or May Not Be Plastic Silverware|
The Franklin Cafe's House-Cured Corned Beef Brisket and Caramelized Cabbage: 3 stars