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First Night Alone

So I got here at about 12:30am on Wednesday. I unpacked, went to bed, and woke up early to get finalize my employment situation at the hospital. Afterwards, I came back to my room and started googling what I should do for dinner. I came across some "local favorites" and one of them only had "$$." I figured that $$ was better than $$$$, so I was decided why the heck not and started making my way over.

Well, first.. I got on the wrong bus and sort of lost.. But eventually I found my way. Here's what it looked like on the outside, absolutely adorable:


It was called "Bondir," French I think. When I walked in through that first door, I came to a tiny hallway and then had to cross through these super pretty lace curtains. Once inside, I immediated noticed how intimate the place was. There was only about 10 tables in there, and the waiting area was at a cute little fireplace. I hadn't made a reservation, but the first waiter who saw me went to the back and personally asked the chef if it was ok that I eat there (lol what?) I was seated at a small table for 1, poured a glass of white wine (whatever their special for the night was), and handed a one sided menu. Basically, the way it worked was they gave you 3 or so options for 4 different courses (all one price). And you had to pick 1 for each thing. I couldn't understand practically anything on the menu, so I just pointed at the thing that sounded the most interesting and waited.

First, they brought me a plate of bread and butter. They were 3 different types.. I couldn't exactly tell you what they were (it was hard to hear/understand what the waiter was saying). But I do remember he said one of them had caramel in the crust. To be honest. I didn't like the crust on any of them that much, but the bread part was all very delicious.


Next, they brought me a chip. Yes. One freaking chip. On a peice of wood. It was a salt and vinegar chip with some sort of fancy mayo and scallion on it. At this moment, I knew it was going to be something I've never experienced, and a giant chunk out of my wallet.

After I spent the whole 0.2 seconds eating this chip, they brough me out a small salad. It was actually really good. I couldn't tell you if there was any dressing in it, but there were mushrooms (& I love mushrooms!)

Next, they brought the next course. I had ordered, from what I could understand, asparagus and meatballs. LOL @ what they think meatballs are! They brought out these delicious asparagus stalks topped with all sorts of sauces and purple flowers (yes I ate the flowers). And those 2 little tiny round things? They tasted like cheese.. maybe blue cheese or something.. who knows, but it definitely wasn't a meatball.

And now finallllllyyyyy, they brought me the main course. It was some type of fish? But it was fantastic. Theyy had made the edges nice and crispy and the inside was all tender and juicy. The interesting part was, it looked like it was sitting on top of a bed of soap. Of course it wasn't soap. I'm not quite sure what it was though haha. It was kind of a bean soup that looked like they spun it up super fast to make it all frothy. They even took the time to curl the tips of whatever kind of leaf they put in there! It reminded me of when we would curl the ends of ribbons with scissors back in the day... Talk about delicate.

Next, they brought me what I call the "pre-dessert." It was a super delicious and super cold peach sorbet that was about the size of an egg which was inside a frozen cup. 

Lastly, they brought the dessert. I'm not quite sure what it was called, but it tasted almost like a funnel cake. It was 2 little fried balls of dough coated in sugar, with another eggsized side of some cream sorbet. Yum.

So like I said, it was an experience (one that my wallet will probably never let me do again). They brought me a new set of silverware with every course and were some of the most polite servers I had ever had. Of course, there were only 10 tables to take care of, so they probably weren't at all stressed. After everything, my total bill was $93 + $17 tip, and I walked out $110 lighter.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention how the bathrooms had about 10 different types of fancy organic hand creams for after washing your hands with organic soap. I have never been to a restaurant that offered hand creams and everything. Crazy, huh?

Location: Cambridge, MA, USA

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