To all of the suburbia natives trying to find your footing in Boston, you may need some guidance on where to get good grub. You’re probably looking to impress the family when they visit for parents’ weekend and show them that you’ve found your way in city living — and there's nothing like an awe-inspiring meal to do just that.
My father is a hot sauce enthusiast, and his favorite was a large bottle of sriracha. However, you’d be hard-pressed to find a bottle of hot sauce that he would decline. My dad would drench his food with the glowing red sauce before even taking a bite. He would then compliment my mother’s cooking emphatically and rightfully so, as she truly is an amazing cook. In fact, these long stretches of college without her cooking makes me appreciate her efforts even more.
East Boston is a haven for constantly evolving history. Affectionately called Eastie, the neighborhood’s first language is slowly becoming Spanish, as the area is transformed into a cultural hub for Hispanic and Latinx immigrants in Boston. To be quite honest, the city is starting to look more like Medellín, Colombia.
I spent a week in Madrid earlier this month. Despite leaving with a full stomach, I was left with a lingering feeling of general disappointment in going back to the American style of dining. Mission accomplished on my trip — but now I'm hungry for more.
Since I can’t eat gluten, there aren’t many options for safe and sweet treats on campus. So, I decided to venture out and see what might be offered. With a lunch break in between, I was able to find three places with a variety of gluten-free options — let me share them with you.
My grandmother would tell me that I needed to cook with love, or rather, cocinar con amor. According to her, if you don’t cook with love, your food will lack taste and passion. The first recipe that my grandmother taught me was the Ensaladilla Rusa, also known as the Russian Potato Salad.
In our present day, our market is increasingly saturated with pumpkin spice and everything nice. Hummus, spam, protein shakes, Jell-O, hot chocolate, hard seltzers, marshmallows and even mac and cheese have sprung from this feverous frenzy.
Coffee is not only for my 8 a.m., it’s for everyday classes and even the weekends. I may have pretended to be the lady boss walking down Commonwealth Ave. holding a Starbucks cup, and that’s when I knew coffee was a lifestyle — a quite expensive one.
This cannoli dilemma has been heated since the 1950s and social media has launched this conundrum from local fame to national frenzy and I’m here to review each of my experiences.
