I would like to personally thank everyone who I met last night at Gaslight for confirming that I am not crazy.
Wait. Let me back up and explain my point. I don't want you getting the wrong impression here..
For years, I felt like I was crazy about food in a way that was, well, unusual. My first thought when I wake up in the morning is not about what I have to do, but rather, what I'm going to eat. When I'm bored, tired, angry, mad, sad, happy (really any emotion I guess) I turn to cooking and the art of food. My kitchen (or any kitchen for that matter) is where I feel most myself and most at home. It's a sort of joy in the purest of forms that I had never knew even existed. At this point, it's safe to say that I am obsessed about my passion and what I do. and looking back, I think I was a little naive to think that I am so special to be the only one who has this level of commitment to such a delicious action: the art of creating food and enjoying it to the fullest. Boy was I wrong and how glad I am that I was!
http://www.gaslight560.com/) to celebrate the opening of their patio. Talk about a fun event, what a crowd! There I met the most amazing people who, similar to me, had that unshakable passion for the art of food and all that entails. What is it about food that brings people together so closely and so quickly? While sipping on a citrusy beverage (pictured below) and enjoying Gaslight's beautifully spacious patio, I found myself talking about what else, but food. I was right at home and in my glory talking about lamb confit, French Fries served in cones (so much better that way) and crepes in Paris (the best ones are from the street carts).
After catching some bites that floated by on large square platters (my favorite was the Cubano sandwich square, yum!) the evening brought a group of us indoors to further sample Gaslight's offerings. What a great place! I had no idea. It's one of those places that has been on my radar for quite some time but I hadn't made it there yet.
Nestled in a tiny little corner of the South End (near where they hold the SOWA), walking into the Gaslight is like walking into a restaurant in Paris. Shiny tile floors and sort of an quaint, yet classy old world quality about it. It's the kind of place where you can go for any occasion; a nice meal, a couple of drinks out, or brunch (I cannot wait to go back and try their brunch!)
Overall, the evening was one that I thoroughly enjoyed. Special thanks to my good friend Fiona at A Boston Food Diary for the invite, what an incredibly enjoyable evening! Here's to good food, new friends and another outdoor eating location!
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