Golf claps to Roadhouse, an offshoot of my favorite local watering hole eatery in Washington Square, Publick House. While I’ve always been a bit on the fence about Roadhouse, I am pleased as punch to say they serve a late-night menu to 1:30 a.m., unlike most all other establishments around my house.
And damn if it wasn’t amazing.
My good friend Mackenzie and I jetted out to suburbia, just about 30 mins. north of the city, on Saturday night to check out Amanda Palmer (one half of Dresden Dolls) and the Lexington High School Drama students perform their spring production, an all-student written drama based on one of my favorite records, 1998 indie cult classic In The Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel. I’d previewed the brilliant concept in the pages of the Boston Herald more than a week ago, and I reviewed the whole event for my music blog Pulp and Circumstance, Juiced!
After the show got out, Mackenzie and I headed back into the city in search of eats and drinks and discussion of the aforementioned performance. And damn if the deep fried pickles, Hades beer, and some Flemish Sour bitter, didn’t hit the spot. Now, I am a sucker for deep fried pickles of any variety but these, especially after a rainstorm and a night of heavy heavy theater, were remarkable.
File Under: With the pickle that sings in my heart…