Going Back To Next
I was checking Twitter late one night when — what did I see? — Next Restaurant announced the release of March tickets. (Next is the insanely cool Chicago restaurant which sells tickets instead of taking reservations. They have one menu. No choices, no worries.)
It’s an absurd indulgence, but I’ve found that I learn more from a spectacular dinner at someplace like Next than I do from a year’s worth of neighborhood dinners. So, we pretty much don’t eat out anymore when we’re in Boston and save up for the road.