Eating Boston
by Josh Ozersky
Authenticity is less prominent in
Chinatown's Lucky House Seafood
Restaurant. The owners' intention was to create a Cantonese
restaurant that serves the best seafood dishes anywhere, from Hong
Kong to
Los Angeles. They've done this, and when looking for
lobster, you can hardly do better than to go with their specialty:
two medium-size fresh lobsters, stir-fried with ginger and
scallion (but just enough to highlight the flavor of the delicate
meat within).
Good fish in
Boston isn't something you can always take for
granted; far more fish come out of freezers here than come out of
the harbor. But when it's really fresh, the fish in Boston trumps
almost every other city's. At the No-Name Restaurant on the harbor,
the decor leans toward life preservers and anchors, and the menu
consists entirely of fried and broiled seafood. The view, such as
it is, is that of obese seagulls wandering listlessly around on a
gray concrete dock. But this is the restaurant where I ate what was
far and away the best piece of swordfish I've ever had - a thick
steak from a catch brought in from the
North Atlantic that day. It
had all the weight and flavor of swordfish, but, miraculously, it
was as soft and flaky as a fillet of sole.
Just across the
Charles River from Boston is
Cambridge, home to
MIT,
Harvard, and some of the area's best food. Ethnic eats are the
name of the game here, although usually they have a certain urbane
twist. The Forest Café, for example, is basically a Mexican bar and
grill. But imaginative, intense dishes like smoked pork chops in
chorizo gravy and chicken served with the mole sauce of the week
make a trip there far more worthwhile than one to most of
Cambridge's upscale restaurants.
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