As I mentioned on Monday, my good friend from college, Elle, was in Boston for the past few days. After spending 48 hours together, I feel like I’m going through withdrawal a little bit with her gone. We marveled at the fact that we met a full decade ago; August 2003 was the start of our freshman year.
Elle, a Manhattanite turned Jersey girl, hadn’t visited me in Boston yet, so I made sure to take her to my favorite restaurant, Stephanie’s on Newbury:
We had an amazing lunch outside – we each ordered sandwiches and then “split halvsies”. (The only way to order sandwiches with a friend.) That would also be a martini for Elle and a mojito for me. Monday afternoon cocktails? Of course.
I know I’ve raved about it before, but please look at the bread basket at Stephanie’s:
If your mouth isn’t watering, there’s something wrong with you.
Elle is Italian, so I had to take her to the North End, which is Boston’s version of Little Italy. Lined with winding streets and cobblestones, it houses some of the greatest Italian restaurants. We went to Ristorante Fiore for an early lunch the other day.
Although it was barely noon, we opted for some drinks to continue to celebrate our reunion. Anyone who knows me would know that the bloody mary was absolutely mine.
We were starving when these salads arrived and both practically inhaled them.
This pizza was slightly disappointing because we had hoped for more cheese (you can never go wrong with more cheese!) but the crust was super delicious – it had a slight lemon flavor, which made it taste really fresh and light.
Anyone who follows me over on Instagram has already seen this sign, but I couldn’t resist snapping a photo as we walked towards South Station. It made us both laugh.
In addition to all the eating we did, there was lots of girl talk, Roswell watching, and shopping. It’s strange, for sure, to go from seeing someone every day, going to dinners and brunches together on weekends, walking to class, staying up late and talking, to only seeing that person a handful of times a year. That said, you know that the friendship is solid when you can go months without seeing each other and pick up right where you left off. Being 4 hours apart isn’t that bad, but it’s still enough to limit our visits. I suppose it makes us both cherish every chance we get to spend time together, both to reminisce about old times, and make new memories.
With that, the Summer 2013 travels continue. Tonight, Connor & I are headed to Cape Cod along with Kate and my brother Dan! My duffel is perpetually packed. I think it’s been packed more than unpacked this summer. So it goes, right?
- Do you live far away from your best friend(s)? How often do you see each other?
- What’s your drink of choice?