If You Live In Boston. You Should Spend Time In Flour
Wood is such a gift.
Fire, toothpicks, shade, paper, chairs, tables, rocking chairs (which I guess technically are cover in the ‘chair’ category but I feel they deserve their own distinctive label), and tinkertoys. Really, wood is amazing.
Almost as cool as kids.
“We found one. Mommy, we found one,” they scream, their little lungs full of pride.
Mom follows them to the table after picking up the two baskets from the counter. Jam covered faces beaming as they climb up the wood seats, propping themselves up on their knees to reach the basket that was quickly emptied of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and of course the cookies. Mom tries the best she can to encourage them to use their ‘inside voices.’ But it’s hard even for an adult, such as myself, to restrain from shouting with joy when a table opens up here at Flour.
The food draws us all here. Med students from the New England Medical Center down the street sit perched over lasagnas and text books (books that surely cost a fortune and the lasagna is too good to pass up despite the possibility of sauce and cheese dripping off a fork and permanently obscuring the inner working of the spleen); while young professionals share a communal table with an older woman with a designer filled walk-in closet.
The dinner rush is on, and I’ve camped out here since two. I’m beginning to feel selfish, like I’ve absorbed more than my share of coffee and the smell of freshly baked pastries. But none of the staff here seem to mind, they refill my coffee cup with a smile, as they quickly take orders of those standing in line, one-eye hawking out the next available open chair.
Flour is located at 1595 Washington St in Boston's South End.
Here are some directions
Fire, toothpicks, shade, paper, chairs, tables, rocking chairs (which I guess technically are cover in the ‘chair’ category but I feel they deserve their own distinctive label), and tinkertoys. Really, wood is amazing.
Almost as cool as kids.
“We found one. Mommy, we found one,” they scream, their little lungs full of pride.
Mom follows them to the table after picking up the two baskets from the counter. Jam covered faces beaming as they climb up the wood seats, propping themselves up on their knees to reach the basket that was quickly emptied of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and of course the cookies. Mom tries the best she can to encourage them to use their ‘inside voices.’ But it’s hard even for an adult, such as myself, to restrain from shouting with joy when a table opens up here at Flour.
The food draws us all here. Med students from the New England Medical Center down the street sit perched over lasagnas and text books (books that surely cost a fortune and the lasagna is too good to pass up despite the possibility of sauce and cheese dripping off a fork and permanently obscuring the inner working of the spleen); while young professionals share a communal table with an older woman with a designer filled walk-in closet.
The dinner rush is on, and I’ve camped out here since two. I’m beginning to feel selfish, like I’ve absorbed more than my share of coffee and the smell of freshly baked pastries. But none of the staff here seem to mind, they refill my coffee cup with a smile, as they quickly take orders of those standing in line, one-eye hawking out the next available open chair.
Flour is located at 1595 Washington St in Boston's South End.
Here are some directions
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