compliments of the chef

Last Thursday I enjoyed a much needed after work happy hour with my coworker, J, and we dashed to a lovely cozy distinctly-not-a-sports bar near Fenway. One drink turned into two, and then of course hunger set in. We decided to split two appetizers and enjoy our primo center bar spot amidst the after work crowd.

Shortly after we ordered, two plates arrived laden with food we had not picked out, nor even seen on the menu. When we asked the bartender, she said the chef was sending out small plates to the whole bar, and sure enough, everyone around was receiving the same plates. When our own food arrived, we had a little feast in front of us and had quite a lovely time.

Well, J's roommate happens to work at this bar, and has it on confidence that the chef that evening saw two young ladies, a blonde and a brunette, and felt compelled to send out complimentary dishes...including the whole lounge so as not to create any embarrassment. Coincidence? We got our dishes first.

This week, we're breaking out our Thursday best...