Meju

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Meju

243 Elm Street (Somerville)

 

Our first BCC meeting where minutes were officially kept. We should begin by indicating the choice of Meju was predominantly related to its proximity to the Somerville Theater where the BCC was venturing apres eats to view Straight Outta Compton (yes, it’s good).

Meju (formerly Mickey Ds for all you Davis Square folk) was fairly empty when we arrived at 6:45 pm (yes, cutting it close to our 8 pm showtime), and the host’s exuberance as he sat us made us think we might be the first and only customers. But that (reassuringly) wasn’t the case, and by the time we were finishing our meals, the entire cool interior was packed.

This place has a good selection of cocktails (kind of a requirement in any Boston eatery these days), and the Citron Gin Sparkler was quite tasty. The Thai Basil Gimlet was a little herby, and some of us thought it tasted more like an appetizer than a drink.

We got our Korean food on, sharing the spicy pork bulgogi buns, beef galbi short ribs buns, and the shrimp steamed dumplings. The buns were all you’d want to imagine them to be–the short rib version, in particular, garnered praise from our table. We might skip the dumplings next time. Bibimbap (tofu and beef) was a hit, and the Mandoo soup is certainly something I’d go back for–plus, they ask you how you want it (love it when they do that!) Go ahead and fire it up. We found the heat the perfect level of excitation (a mild flush to the cheeks versus dripping with sweat).

The mushroom jabchae is perhaps the biggest loser on this night. We won’t go into detail as regards this denunciation.

Our waitress was friendly and attentive, as were the backwaiters and bussers. The only irritation came when we wanted more drinks…and were left wanting for quite some time. When they finally came we had to pound them to get to our movie. None of us shy away from that but we would have, on this occasion, preferred a gentler goodnight.

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Ribelle

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Ribelle

1665 Beacon Street (Brookline)

We love, love, loved the interior of Ribelle. If a room’s aesthetics has any impact on your ultimate enjoyment of what you are about to experience (as far as food is concerned), this one does not disappoint. From the menus clipped to cardboard cut from wine cases to the rustic-meets-urban servingware, it all tread the line of pleasing…just right.

In July we found our way to Brookline, and due to our rather circuitous route there, were extremely pleased to discover that Ribelle makes ordering wine easy on its guests–you pick a number from a list of rather wittily rendered descriptions and then each bottle is presented at your table: Et voila! You didn’t have ponder regions or vintages or stumble over names or varietals in front of your friends. It sounds silly in the retelling but we promise it is perfectly satisfying in the moment. And the service in this case was perhaps the best of our BCC experiences yet. Our waiter was attentive and friendly (and perfectly capable of pronouncing the actual names of the wines we immediately chose to imbibe).

Our Ribelle experience again predated BCC minutes, so we cannot share the exact dishes we consumed. In general, we found our selection of shared first courses interesting, but there wasn’t an “oh, OH” experience in the bunch. I believe a duck liver pate pleased us most. We then shared two pasta dishes–served in large, simple bowls and significant enough in size to split between four. And here, yes, was the reason to return (besides the visual appeal of our surroundings and the wine list): They were fantastic.

Sadly, it was a case of going one more round when we’d already had our thrill of the evening: The dessert wines chosen didn’t please and the dessert itself paled in comparison to its pasta predecessors. Ribelle, so cool in so many ways, couldn’t quite close the deal.

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Sarma

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Sarma

249 Pearl Street (Somerville)

Some of us were experienced in the ways of Sarma, and so we knew, before beginning, not to fall prey to the restaurant’s ritualistic palate tease. (A danger to both body and wallet.) We steeled ourselves at our June meeting, ordering only a few menu dishes for the table (they are all worth trying), fully prepared for the endless parade of delectable little “extras” to prance by, knowing each and every one could be ours (for a price). And that fried chicken? Worth staying up (or waking up) for, every single time.

There also was a dessert-type concoction that involved hot caramel. Need we say more?

The service was not fawning at Sarma; they didn’t neglect us either. The hosts, servers, and bartenders were businesslike and fairly efficient, which honestly seemed somewhat out of touch with the intimacy of the food they served.

Overall, our night at Sarma pleased us, and even if we ended up pushing our taste-bud boundaries a bit and left unsure of where we stood with the staff, we are perfectly ready to go back and see what comes next.

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The Butcher Shop

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The Butcher Shop

552 Tremont Street (South End)

The first official meeting of the BCC convened 5/15. Minutes were not kept as we were all still distracted by necessary reveling (ie, we had all managed to make and keep a dinner date). Woohoo! Plus, the Club’s intentions were not yet established.

This said, our public assignation at The Butcher Shop should have been a stellar first-time experience, but let us assure you this particular rocket didn’t hit “afternoon delight” expectations. It all looked great, sure, but left you feeling like something was lacking. Our waiter was laissez faire at best and bored with us at worst, despite our ordering the Grande Charcuterie ($98) and displaying an obvious willingness to ingest multiple drinks. As a group we went out on a limb and ordered a dessert that bordered on savory (oh, hell, it was basically a pot pie), and we were not thrilled. This last disappointment, however, we’d be willing to own as a matter of taste (although there were four of us and we all agreed it was…not good).

In the end, we’d go back, but mostly for the meat…does that make us shallow?

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