Choose ‘in

The city feels like it belongs to me on Sunday mornings. Brunch lines are not much more than a suggestion outside of tiny, hip farm-to-table breakfast spots. Neighborhoods appear emptied out, the inhale before the rest of the day is expelled. The T is sleepy still, lumbering through Boston’s ancient tunnels like a primordial beast.… Read More Choose ‘in

The Fuller Cup

The two cafes faced each other like wild west gunslingers: The Fuller Cup and Starbucks. Scarcely twenty paces from one another, the cafes occupied space on a side street just off the main square of Winchester—a quaint, affluent town less than ten miles from Boston. The tiny downtown section unspools in a series of rotaries… Read More The Fuller Cup