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Mike’s City Diner

There was a line out the door Sun. morning, which I took to be a good sign
(though I suppose lines are typical during the weekend brunch hours–not
that I would know, I only get up early enough to eat breakfast out like four
times a year). There was a long wait, but I didn't know anywhere else to go
in town and figured it'd be the same everywhere. I ordered what I think was
called an Emergency Room Special (scary, no?) and was treated to an obscene
amount of food: two huge pancakes, two eggs, almost half a plate of home
fries, three strips of bacon and two pieces of toast. It was pretty
impressive. What was even more impressive was the skinny guy sitting next to
us who ordered the exact thing after I did, and polished off the whole plate
and was digging into his pancakes while I was still picking at mine. My
dining companion ordered a side of corned beef hash and the portion almost
filled a dinner-sized plate. Not that quantity equals quality, but I was
pretty happy with the meal. The waffles also looked really good–maybe next
time. (8/19/01)

Mike's City Diner * 1714 Washington St., Boston, MA

No Name Restaurant

I'm not sure how I ended up here, it was the first place I ate at and didn't
have my bearings yet. I think I was looking for clam chowder. Not big on
atmosphere (but I didn't really expect it to be). I had a seafood platter
filled with lots of breaded, fried stuff. The amount of tartar sauce served
was baffling, it practically took up a third of the plate. It made me wonder
if there are people out there who actually eat all their tartar sauce (and

No Name Restaurant * 15 1/2 Fish Pier St. W.,Boston,MA

Buzzy’s Fabulous Roast Beef

It seemed like the Philly cheesesteak stand of Boston so I had to check it
out. As it was around 2am, the place was hopping and a huge line was
forming. One might consider changing the name to Buzzed, as I could see how
the place might get a little rowdy. The lines certainly didn't move as fast
as in Philly, though the people were chattier. That's one thing I noticed
about Boston, people aren't so hard as to not comment or compliment. Much
ado was made over my Hello Kitty tattoo, and I got into a discussion with
some teenage girls about the Hello Kitty toaster (they were envious). I
guess Boston's not all bad.

I'd already eaten dinner that night so I didn't want to go too
overboard. I got an Original Buzzy's Roast Beef sandwich, no fries, rings
etc. It was alright, but nothing special. I'm not sure what cheese was on
it, something white. And it was cold. Was it supposed to be? I also felt it
should be more like $3.95 or $4.95 than $5.95, but that's just me. I think
Buzzy's is more of an experience/institution than an amazing food venue.

Buzzy's Fabulous Roast Beef * 327 Cambridge St., Boston,MA

Pho Republique

This was the sort of place that made a fun Sat. night stop. Boston's weird,
or maybe I just didn't have any inside scoops. It's totally Ally McBeal.
Like everyone's in khakis or else they're Irish obsessed ruffians. The only
places that seemed remotely hip or interesting ended up being predominantly
gay. Are there no moderately cool people in their 20s in the entire city?
Everything's upscale or college-ish. I just wanted an unpretentious place
where culinary savvy youngsters could get a little dressed up, have a nice
cocktail and the like. Well, this was it pretty much.

We had shrimp spring rolls, which had a green (spinach?) and cream
cheese in the filling, served with a tangy/sweet dipping sauce. The
creaminess of the cheese was a nice contrast to the crisp eggroll skin. And
it's nice to see dairy in Asian food every now and then. For an entre I
tried the salmon and mussels with a coconut milk, tomato, saffron and bacon
sauce. Wow, this was really tasty, albeit rich (though not heavy). I ordered
a coconut martini and later a monkey bite. Whoo, both were strong. I'm a
sucker for foofy drinks with tropical fruit. By the time we finished dinner,
the bar scene was jumping so we headed to that half of the restaurant.

The amusing part was the "theme" or whatever you want to call it. The
waiters all wore camouflage in some form (shirts, shorts) and dog tags, and
James even got winked at (not that I should be surprised. He seems to get
more attention from men than I do. And it's not like he's some hot number
[though of course, I like him] he just has this gay aura. I thought he was
queer when I first met him). Vietnam War chic? Who knew. I also found the
clientele amusing. The men (which predominated) were typical, but the women
were all straight out of some bad '80s Hollywood movie art gallery scene,
complete with shaved, spiky, colored hair and zany geometric patterned
blousey shirts. Weird. And believe me, they weren't being new wave retro.
Most were in the late 30 to 40 age range and were certainly not trying to
pull some newfangled fashion coup. I was highly freaked out by the 4 ft.
nothing tan woman with the blue bangs and numerous piercings who sat next to
us as we were leaving. She probably had on a Swatch, but I didn't look. All
I know is that if I were a lesbian, Boston would be at the bottom of my

PhoRepublique * 1415
Washingon St., Boston,MA