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We’re packing up and moving to Sydney soon, so the blog now evolves to cover the Aussie adventure.

Before we head out of town, here’s a list of our favorite digs in the Cambridge/Somerville neighborhood.  Like many Boston inhabitants, we spend most of our time in our neighborhood north (or south) of the Charles. An in the spirit of Boston, our neighborhood is definitely the best and I’m a self proclaimed expert:

• East Coast Grill – seriously good fusion of southern cooking, fish, and known worldwide for ‘Hell-week’ where you can pay to eat food that will burn your throat and bowels. It’s loud, the staff is cool and friendly, there’s a good attitude about the whole situation.
• The Biscuit – I hate biscotti, but the Biscuit converted me to love biscotti. Especially if you luck out and it’s coming straight out of the oven. I’m pretty sure we spend way too much money here on coffee, muffins, sandwiches for the beach days, and yes, lots and lots of biscotti. Sorry kiddo, we ate your college fund.
• Capone Foods – Most people I know have no idea this business exists. Capone’s is a little Italian food shop filled with all the good stuff. Some of the pre-made lasagna becomes a staple for the lazy, and the empanada’s paired with cheese, olives, and basalmic could make you weep like a little Argentinian baby. There are dozens of fresh pastas on the menu, and the meat/cheese/olive section absolutely rocks. Basically, if my venture overseas doesn’t pan out, starting a Capone’s franchise will be next on the list.
• Mt. Auburn Cemetery – First, you gotta get past the ‘I see dead people’ aspect of taking your kids on walks in the cemetery. This cemetery is a landscape architects dream. The terrain is undulating and filled with beauty. You just have to go take a long walk there to appreciate it. Do it before you die.
• Diesel Cafe – I’ve clocked some serious hours here amongst the professional coffee shop workers union of America. Good coffee, great staff, and yes mostly lesbian’s running the show. It’s loud, it’s frenetic, it’s big, and a perfect place to work.
• Bloc 11 Cafe – Part II of the Diesel empire. It’s mellow, includes a gas fireplace in the back, and for the non-claustrophobic you can sit in the original 1900’s bank vaults.
• Christina’s Spices – I know exactly where this place is and I still walk right past it. While marketing may not be their specialty, these guys have some great spices. Buy them loose, buy the little glass containers, and you’re ready to rock. Quality blows away store-bought and definitely check out the dozens of salt and pepper varieties.
• Redbones – Once we had a company Christmas party here and one guy (who was on a forced peas and carrot’s diet) ate so much he was hospitalized. Now that is seriously good American BBQ. Food comes out fast, you eat, you pay, you get out and make room, or you get kicked out. This place is a machine.
• Forest Cafe – Most Mexican food around Boston is not far from dog food, but these guys make some incredible dishes. The website actually makes the decor look nice. If there was an award for ‘awkward male bathroom’, we would have a winner here folks. But while updates to the decor possibly faded out in the mid-seventies, the food and staff are great. I mean, eat there a few times a week great.  The food is priced to sell, 2 margarita’s and you’ll be operating at 5th grade level English, 3 and you’re a dribbling mess with a smile. Don’t forget to try the Tres Maria’s with the braised beef. OK, salivating, next topic.
• Reliable Market - Sort of looks like a run-down mini-mart gone large from the outside, but inside you have a few thousand Asian import items and another world of food. This is the place to buy any type of food to cook any kind of Asian food. 50 lb bags of rice, no problem. 12 pack of Sapporo, check. Fresh cut Salmon, daily. Bags of frozen dumplings, done. Don’t let the lack of English labels or fish heads scare you, this place is a gem. And where in the world can you buy sushi grade Salmon for 6 bucks a steak?
• Christophers – Andouille and beef became friends and decided to be a burger in this friendly outfit. It’s always busy, the staff are great, and if you have a little one there are few places as friendly to take your kid to a ‘pub dinner’. It’s Americana with a nice range of draft beers. This part of the Toad conglomerate is worth a visit.
• The Druid – One of the best bar’s I’ve ever been to, and for Boston this would be the best.  The bartenders and staff hail from County Clare and make a great atmosphere. It’s never too crowded because you can’t possibly fit many people inside. You can be social, you can be loud, you can be anti-social, and nobody really cares.
• The Toad – My buddies fall in love with the Toad, my wife will no longer go to the Toad with me. Live music in a bar the size of someone’s garage 7 days a week and no televisions. It was the first pub I found in Boston and will likely be the last before I go.
• Ole – Gourmet Mexican – fresh guacamole, kicking habanero salsa on request, and a great blend of seafood and meat entree’s. It’s loud, it’s really fun, and if you get a seat at the window you have the best seats in the house.
• Oleana – All organic menu and a love affair between a farmer and a cook. Beautiful Mediterranean inspired dishes, and whatever you do, double up on the whipped feta and try to not lick the plate.
• RF O’Sullivan’s – There is a feud-like debate in the family about the best burger in Boston. I reckon if you’re going to do some damage, do it properly at this place and join the local crowd. The black and blue burger paired with onion rings and a cold one…I can feel my arteries hardening just thinking about it.
• Mayflower Poultry – Where else can you buy 50 lbs of dark chicken meet for an over-loaded summer BBQ and know that it’s going to be good and cheap? Nothing like the fresh stuff and some mango marinade. The ‘Fresh Killed’ sign is the beacon on Cambridge street.

Boston is funny. When we first got here in 2002 the immediate reaction was ‘crap, we just made a huge mistake’. It was cold, you had little old ladies driving Buicks and flipping you off with road rage, driving anywhere was insane, and the environs were ‘crusty’ in comparison to the old home Seattle, and the only view was of ‘Uncle Buck’ across the street.  But with time we settled in and looking back, now our lives revolve merrily around city parks, coffee shops, and all of these great places to eat.