The Hillster
Perhaps many of you are familiar with the
Sunday
F
U.
It usually begins with severe depression when you arise groggy in the am/pm (whatever your preference may be), then a manic happiness sets over when you realize you have a “full free day” (let's be honest, a half day), and then severe panic sets over again. Finally you attempt to get your ducks lined up in a row and enjoy your last moments of freedom before the Monday Grind. Sometimes this may involve going to a bar, attending a cocktail party ( my father's style), but I like to go out to dinner and indulge in some decent wine and food. So the challenge is to find a nice way to procrastinate into the work week, usually bearing a slight hangover, a nice "finger" to the upcoming week. Per my usual Sunday Funday I went out to dinner, and was politely convinced into going to the Hill Tavern, a local
Beacon Hill
mainstream haunt.I've been to this institution several times, mainly to indulge in the half price appetizers during an early "happy hour" at 4-6PM.
Now, after gently being coerced to give sandwich another try, I blundered over my decision once again. This time, I took my advice and ordered the mozzarella, avocado and caramelized onions and cherry tomato panini. Much to my dismay, this was a flop too. Yes, avocado, tomato and mozz produced a lovely basic blend, but another cardinal sin surfaced--the onions weren't caramelized. They were not sweet (hence the "
At least I got a UFO in a frosted beer glass, approximately one foot tall.