Confluence of Epicures

It started with my friend and I planning to grab dinner to catch up. I wanted to check out restaurants participating in Boston's restaurant week and she suggested an obscure little social club where "[eritrean] food is only served to members and their friends" and members toil around watching TV, chatting and playing foosball, pool or cards. Without much hesitation, I obliged.

Then there was the roommate who was attending a lecture on String Theory at Harvard and really wanted to come when she found out about our plans. And with her, the scientist friend who develops pharmaceuticals with medical effects similar to those of Cannabis. Per chance, walking down the street, my friend from undergrad who is now a String Theorist at Harvard. And finally, one of our character's boyfriend, an entrepreneur-negotiator-capoeira fighter.

After some shenanigans to get to our destination, and a cast of very hungry characters, we arrived and sat ourselves on some chairs and sofas around a table normally found in living rooms. No menu, you just need to say what you'll drink and how many people in the party. The boyfriend suggested honey wine and was that a delight! A very crisp, light and sweet beverage that anybody could mistake for an innocuous infantile beverage. Be careful, this one can get you drunk fast.

Our lovely hosts cooked everything from scratch. It took an hour to prepare the meal for all of us. And, let me tell you, it was a feast! We had a meal similar to an Ethiopian meal; a variety of richly stewed meats and vegetables, eaten by picking up pieces with your fingers and Injera (the foamy, yeasty, pancake-like bread). Wow.