A few Sundays ago, Marie and I ventured into the molasses-thick crowds of the 2012 Atlantic Antic. Living a few blocks away, a walk to the event isn’t a very big commitment and we are always attracted by the perspective of interesting food. And often disappointed.

La Mancha having closed, an opportunistic French restaurant has taken its place and was also offering grilled sardines, but with less brio, the poor fish being cooked wrong and not very well scaled.

We worked our way down slowly for two blocks and then pulled a Smith, which means that rather than backtrack through the crowds, we exited sideways on Smith St. and went shopping for dinner.


Much work for disappointing fish
The molasses