Welcoming me back to New York and expressing gratitude that I am working here.
— My new Italian friend
…but thanks for asking. Aint nothing in Dallas I need to see.
— The coolest boss in the world
The end always comes too quickly. There is some leisure in the prep period, but you are still finding your way in a new city and have as many misses as hits when you choose your meals. By the time you start principal photography you have a good idea of where you should be eating but not enough time to get there. Most great meals are prepared by you at home during this period. So your wrap weeks are critical. It’s where the sum of all your knowledge is focused on finding the great meals, putting a proper punctuation mark on your run in that city. It’s where you reward those who helped you make the movie and enjoy the company of the new friends you made along the way.
So one attempts to find the best 8-9 meals in town. This time it’s Boston. Here’s what I have so far:
Open to suggestions. Where do I NEED to eat before I leave this place?
Last night my pals and I decided to grab a steak on the spur of the moment. We arrived wearing shorts so even though they were just beginning the dinner seating they buried us upstairs, out of sight. Fair enough, we were underdressed. As we left after a very nice meal we passed the only other table seated upstairs, an African-American family. Looking around as we descended the stairs, I saw a dining room two-thirds empty. The tables that were seated were all white.
My mind is preoccupied with many other things lately so it took a while to register, but the more I think about it the angrier I get.
I sometimes forget that. Earlier tonight I ate a 100 day aged prime ribeye steak, housemade tater tots with truffle oil, creamed spinach and a baby lettuce with aged blue cheese and slab bacon salad. Washed it down with a couple icy expertly prepared dry Belvedere martinis. The thing is, I took that meal for granted and I really shouldn’t have. My Lord, life can be good.