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A Seat with a View: Temazcal Tequila Cantina

The saying goes…”beauty is only skin deep”

…and in this instance, I will say Temazcal Tequila Cantina confirms it.

Having slowly watched the development of Boston’s Seaport, one couldn’t be a bit surprised how beautiful and built up the new “restaurant row” has become. Out of mere curiousity and a being a big fan of Mexican cuisine, we chose to try this flashy new eatery.

We arrived around 6:30 and luckily only had a 30 minute wait (no reservations can be made), though within seconds the next few people to arrive were told the wait was +1.5 hours…they certainly have a constant flow of customers.

We decided to roll up to the bar area and grab a cocktail, where we soon found out that with their IPAD menu system, you couldn’t see a menu, unless you were sitting at the bar (doesn’t seem to well thought out if you ask me). That being said, my wife ordered a simple margarita and I a cerveza…both good, though her beverage didn’t blow her away.

We finally got the buzz that our table was ready and really lucked out, grabbing a very scenic table right on the waterfront, watching the boats come in and enjoying the ocean air.

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We began the meal with their Guacamole Langosta (Guac w/ Lobster) $16

Very good – How can you really go wrong with avocado and lobster claws and tail meat? You can’t.

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On to the entree round:

My wife ordered the Filete Relleno de Salpicon $24

Fresh Cod filled with shrimp & crab, cilantro, watercress-lime aioli

It wasn’t too bad, but nothing amazing. The highlight was the stuffing of shrimp and crab bits with the aioli to dip it in. The cod was cooked alright, but just a ho-hum type dish with very little flare. It wasn’t one of those dishes (and by the description, it should have been) that you can’t put the fork down. I would argue that going to Shaw’s Market and getting their stuffed Haddock would be a much better option.

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I ordered the Dorado Mojo de Ajo $22

Grilled mahi mahi with roasted garlic sauce, chile de arbol, and a plaintain mash.

The fish was cooked perfectly, a nice crispy outside without overcooking the fish.  What killed the dish was a ridiculous amount of lime taste that covered it, almost just overpowering. Certain bites were very nice, but it was too much russian roulette with my jaw, guessing which bite would make me pucker and which I could swallow with ease.  The “plaintain mash” tasted much more like refried black beans, which I am pretty sure was…

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Beverages were delightful, though pricey. We were bit more daring and tried a few of their signature cocktails. They didn’t hesitate to use the booze, and I will say they were very nicely done.  Total tab for the 4 drinks (2pp) $48 – a bit too high for me..

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Total Damage for the two of us (1 app, 2 entrees, 4 drinks): $110 exluding tax & tip

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Takeaways for me:

#1 The manager from Masa (South End) is now the manager here – sad to see him leave Masa (way better than this place), but great steal for Temazcal.

#2 Great bartender from McCormick & Schmidt (spelling butchered) is now working for Temazcal

#3 IPAD system is silly. If it ain’t broke…don’t fix it… give me back my paper menu

 

-MPL


A Night in the North End: Trattoria di Monica

I will take my first real stab at this…a restaurant review.

While I have dined in many, many places around Boston/Greater Boston – I never remember to throw my opinions down on paper. On Friday evening, my wife and I decided to venture into the North End – a neighborhood of Boston which we both usually avoid like the plague due to high concentrations of tourists, long waits, and many times food that I could simply make at home.

This brings us to our 9 pm reservation at Trattoria di Monica.

We started with 2 appetizers – a simple caesar salad and fried stuffed squash blossoms…though I can’t remember the type of cheese. The salad, was as you would expect, simple, safe, and just a run of the mill CS – all things being equal a nice way to start the meal. The blossoms on the other hand were simply over battered and over fried, with little taste other than the giagantic amounts of grease. It was 1 out of 4 bites that you could actually taste the blossom/cheese combo, with the others just forcing you to gulp down some water in between bites.

Entrees:

My wife ordered the house gnocci in their red sauce, a safe play to gauge Trattoria di Monica. Success. This dish, while it could have been a little larger, was delish. The red sauce was thin, but complimented the gnocci to a T. It wasnt heavy on garlic or too robust to taste the food, it simply existed and made for quick noshing.

Gnocchi alla Salsa Rosa: Gnocchi in a plum tomato sauce with a splash of cream

My dish took the top spot in my North End dining to date…

Fettuccine al Nero di Seppia con Capesanti Pan seared scallops in a white wine sauce with carrots and leeks over black fettuccine.

 My first experience with squid ink pasta, holy hell have I been missing something. This fettuccine and scallop dish was a mouth watering plate of continuous bites. The pasta was earthy, firm, and perfectly coated in the sauce. Three large scallops were nicely plated around the pasta, leaving you the diner, the option of seared scallop sans/avec white wine sauce. Each bite was better and better as you could really just pick up hints of the leeks and wine. I would recommend dining at this location on any visit to this over populated section of Boston. I find it difficult to find the value in food and wine pricing in the NE – both of which hit the nail on the head here at Trattoria di Monica.

Full bottle of Pinot Nero, 2 Apps, 2 Entrees: Total $96 well worth every penny


Jorts

…From what it appears, a nice kick off post is the starting point of blogging; but how the hell does one cut to the chase and avoid the typical “I never thought I’d do it, but here goes nothing…” 

I like food. I like drink. I like sports.

I love Boston.

I think about the most random things.

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To quote the movie Clerks

Randal: I’m not going to miss what is probably going to be the social event of the season.

Dante: But you hate people! Randal But I love gatherings. Isn’t it ironic?

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I also like thinking about what others may or may not have thought about or providing my 2 cents with no regard to if I may come across a bit rude.

My latest curiousities and pet peeves?  Funny you should ask…

1. Gangster and Wangsters and their jean shorts or “Jorts”

2. Middle Aged Women with bells on their bicycles.

Jorts are one of those things that you see and ask yourself…really? You really think those are awesome?

Listen, I get it…they look “crisp” and can allow the focus to be on the fluorecent shoes or Ed Hardy t-shirt of a Rabid Panda, why wouldn’t you wear them? What blows my mind is that no where I can think of endorses this garb, often times just the opposite with great fun being poked at these things now concatenated into the singular word JORTS.

so where am I going with this? No clue, it just amazes me that one’s peers wouldn’t pull them aside and say “Hey dude, these things are not in style…” Instead just the opposite phenomon takes place, no one says anything and it starts an “acceptable” trend (i.e. stickers left on hats, men in ridiculously skinny black jeans, and obese women wearing booty shorts that say “Cutie”) 

It simply leaves me shaking my head.

OK – so now you’re probably wondering about the thought on bike bells!? Well it’s simple really. I recently decided to get back into running…my spring/summer of de-fatting process in full swing. So as I am running along the Charles, plenty of room mind you on both my left and right (this has happened a few times now), I get a little *cling cling* for me to turn, observe, and move out of the way. What happened to vocal chords and why are you on a mountain bike if you can’t go around me, even if it means hitting some mowed lawn. So now, I am running, a little annoyed having just been chimed at, literally….and I get to thinking; if it wasn’t for this demographic of middle-aged women who insist on using these said bike horns, they would go away forever. Like any product, it gets boiled down to Supply & Demand…stop buying these silly bike toys…companies will stop making them. So as I run and I hear more and more of these *cling cling* noises I am actually getting mad (which is good…keeps my mind off the fact I am running); we all have to suffer because these bell companies think there is still a market for them, unbenounced to them it’s a small niche who simply can’t pull it together.

I don’t know…maybe I can’t even elaborate my full thought process, but this did kind of feel good to start banging the keys; I find you get weird looks from friends if you go on a bicycle bell rant at random. Who knew!?


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