Music to our ears. I don’t know about Steph, but this Saturday was the first time I’ve had a song dedicated to me. And it was “Let’s Stay Together” no less.
Archives for October 2014
Every Sunday, Howlin’ Lamb wants to bring you the best of what’s happening around Boston this week (and save you from digging through 300 aggressive Yelp reviews). Note that we are keeping it light this week, since we know people are prepping for Halloween!
In the course of getting Howlin’ Lamb off the ground, Sophie and I spent lots of time getting a sense of the Boston blogger landscape (and procrastinating at our actual jobs) by reading as many pages as we could. This week, we were lucky enough to meet the lovely face behind one of our faves, Pink Bubbly. On top of having an online storefront for adorable, glitzy jewelry and monograms, Michelle Michaud also maintains a blog of her fashion escapades. Think lots of Kate Spade, Lilly Pullitzer, and an anniversary Eurotrip with her hubby that would make you swoon. While we’re not sure that either of us look that good in pink, we were thrilled to see an invite to Pink Bubbly’s party at In the Pink, the Lilly Pullitzer store on Newbury St. Invitations promised lots of pink champagne and treats, and we were certainly not disappointed.
Last Saturday, Steph and I hopped on the red line for a jaunt to Harvard Square. We were planning on visiting the Fungus Fair we wrote about in our Week Ahead post – turns out the word “fair” was used quite liberally, but it was held in Harvard’s Natural History Museum, which is a pretty cool spot in and of itself.
We enjoyed the minerals & gemstones exhibit in particular. Something about those rocks and stones is so fascinating – they’re gorgeous (we especially liked the bright blues… not a color you often see in nature), and they also speak volumes about the land from which they came. On one of the back walls, where larger stones are housed, we found ourselves surprised by how much each piece “looked like” its origin country or region. A large rock from Arizona, for example, was a stunning turquoise.
As you may remember from one of our earlier Smorgasbord posts, the team at Howlin’ Lamb has made a resolution to expand our wine palate and increase our vinous exploration. To that end, last weekend, we had the pleasure of attending an event at the South End location of Urban Grape, a husband-and-wife-run wine shop. The “Cornucopia of Brews and Bites” was an evening of six courses of food inspired by the states in New England, with a book signing by Chef Jeremy Sewall (of Island Creek Oyster Bar, Lineage, Row 34, and Eastern Standard fame), dishes prepared by Rich Morin (the chef de cuisine at Lineage), and beer pairings imagined by the staff of Urban Grape (beer still counts as exploring if it’s not Coors Light).
This past Sunday, we took a long walk from Back Bay along the river to see part of the Head of the Charles regatta. Both of our alma maters (Georgetown and UPenn) were racing, so a bit of pride kicked in, but it was also a brisk fall day perfect for being outside. We expected it to be quite crowded, but we ended up having a relaxing stroll (with mochas and pumpkin donuts in hand) along the first half of the course without much need for elbowing other spectators out of the way.
Every Sunday, Howlin’ Lamb wants to bring you the best of what’s happening around Boston this week (and save you the time of digging through 300 aggressive Yelp reviews). We plan on attending some of the events ourselves, so holler if you see us!
While I had been to Aquitaine in the past for drinks at the bar, this was my first time there for breakfast. I met my friend Hedy at 9:30 this morning, and there were already a number of tables full with both couples and larger groups of diners. We sat by one of the giant windows at the front of the restaurant, where the mid-morning sunlight was streaming in after our first cup of coffee.
We hit the water this afternoon for an inner harbor boat cruise (thanks to a spur of the moment Travel Zoo purchase) with Boston Fun Cruises. After a nice walk from the State Street T stop over the the Barking Crab in the seaport (ten minutes or so), we moseyed down to the dock to meet our captain and board the vessel.