This is the Boston we should see when "Top Chef" premieres Wednesday, the one that makes the city worth showcasing on a food show in the first place, above and beyond the financial incentives and in-kind arrangements it is able to provide.
The details of the arrangement are swaddled in nondisclosure agreements, but CEO and president Patrick B. Moscaritolo spoke with counterparts in past "Top Chef" cities and said: "I know what they had to raise to be on the show, and our partnership was much more heavily structured on the in-kind services than it was on any kind of financial contribution.
That's about all I'm really allowed to say. It was a great business deal for Boston and our visitor industry. It's been a long time since this was "the home of the bean and the cod," as the John Collins Bossidy poem had it, unless the beans are heirloom and paired with cod that has been caught with a hand line in a location where the population is sufficiently robust.
And the judges know it. We are the home of topnotch chefs, many of whom appear on the show hobnobbing like old friends with Tom Colicchio and Padma Lakshmi. Our culinary community collaborates more than it competes, helps shape the national conversation about restaurants and food, travels voraciously and brings home new flavors and ideas, modernizes and reinterprets the region's traditional fare, and works to make the city and the world a better place through charitable doings: Chefs in Shorts, Taste of the Nation, and the upcoming Lovin' Spoonfuls Ultimate Tailgate Party, to name just a few.
We are the home of highest education no, I'm not referring to the underground, marijuana-themed pop-ups discreetly taking place. Harvard draws leading culinary figures from around the world to explore the intersection of science and cooking in its groundbreaking lecture series.
We are the home of sustainability. Chefs care about the future of the food supply and spend thoughtful hours working to make the plentiful delicious, to help shift consumers' tastes and awareness in a direction that treats resources with responsibility and respect.
We are the home of neighborhoods. The fabric of the city is made from a patchwork of squares, each with its own culture and character. Also the aesthetics and reality of dependency. Ben is the Judy Garland of Boston camp. It all adds up to complete pop cultural saturation. We simply land right in the sweet spot for viral infamy, and our outsize production of celebrities only helps. The twin announcements from the Mass. The most viral place in America, slaying the virus.
Search for: Search. I'm a scraper This search result is here to prevent scraping. And then we started winning. And sure, in the mid-aughts everyone caught that obnoxious Boston sports sickness for a bit.
But we, like, deserved to relish all of these titles after so many down years. But the asshole-crown is reserved for the special subset of Sports Talk Radio Call-In, DeflateGate Truthing, Opposing Fan Fighting winners that make wearing Boston sports gear in any other city suddenly look like a provocative act. And yes, on a somewhat limited basis, this can also apply to a small subset of Revolution fans. As seen at: Every single Kendall Square business except Advance Tire and Car Care Center Mainly just engineers who either lack the ability to read facial expressions and take social cues, or deem them too time consuming to get in the way of playing Infinifactory on their comically large phones.
As seen at: Any crappy bar with relaxed ID-checking policies located within walking distance of a college.
So you gravitate toward the bars with the bucket nights and the alarmingly cheap well drink specials. The better question is: why am I hanging out at this bar, too? As seen at: Clubs.
So many clubs. And Newbury restaurants with outdoor seating. Many years ago, I did a story for Boston Magazine in which I hung out with extremely rich foreign college students. This was when a ton of money was pouring out of Russia, and so every new oligarch was sending their kid to some school in Boston as a status symbol to their peers in the homeland. Take a 19 year old, give them unlimited funds, a sense of entitlement, no rules, a concierge apartment with a real Banksy on the wall AND an Amazon Prime account, and see what kind of fucked up social experiment results.
As Seen in: Plastic chairs outside Caffe Dello Sport Gentile signore, Sarebbe simpatico se lei smettesse di fissare e fischiare a tutte le ragazzine.
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