Quinn E.'s Profile

I was almost disappointed, because their escarole soup wasn't made by my grandma. Then I remembered that hers is peerless and impossible to replicate. It's like looking to buy a house for 250k and comparing them all to Monticello. Theirs was very good, with meatballs and chicken chunks, and nice fresh veggies. It arrived piping hot. Seriously, I burned my tongue. That's pretty impressive when you're talking about delivery.
I ordered the soup along with a chicken parm meal, which I only barely dented. It was enormous, and yummy enough to make me try to eat more even though I was totally and undeniably stuffed. Huge, with the right amount of sauce and cheese, and that sauce was excellent.
Delivery was accurately quoted when I ordered, 45 minutes on a Saturday night. That's not the quickest, but like I said, the food showed up it was like it just came out of the oven. Can't fault them for being busy, there's clearly a reason that's the case.

I hate Somerville. But this place makes me think, "Yeah, I could live here." It's crazy talk, I know! But girl, these sandwiches are outrageous! I had an Italian type one, on some amazing fresh bread. It was possibly the best sandwich I've ever had in my entire life. And I've had a lot of sandwiches. I don't know how to express how imperative it is that you go get one of these things for yourself. If they can convince me that Somerville is livable, that's as close to a miracle as you can get.
I'm definitely going to be back, despite its armpit location, to try the pastas which looked every bit as yummy as the sandwiches. The prices are excellent as well, very reasonable.

I was hoping to find a decent Stop & Shop closer to home than the Dedham one, so I tried this place. I figured with all the improvements going on in the Mission Hill area, maybe it had gotten on track. Alas, no. While marginally better than the JP Stop & Shop, this one still blows. It's set up oddly, the prices are high, and the deli counter is full of Chatty Cathy dudes blah blah-ing to each other while people wait to ask for their 1/2 pound of American. It's not social hour, ladies, I want my cold cuts. They do have the scan as you go thing, so that's a positive. But the workers here have zero customer service skills and it's just not worth it to go here. I'd rather drive 10 extra minutes and save myself the frustration/poor treatment.

Ok, I'm a little late to the game. But I finally checked out The Savant Project for my bff's birthday a few weeks ago. We had a group of 10-ish, some of whom rolled in way later than they were supposed to. So our poor server had to do a few rounds of orders. Why should the punctual people suffer with growling stomachs? We did order a few rounds of drinks before we gave up on the late people, to be fair.
The drinks were freaking excellent. Honestly, I was thu-rilled. I drank a few Cougars (my gf is a little older than me), which were delightfully girly and not too sweet. They quickly became the drink of the table. We all had a few. Re-ow!
The meals were very high quality, although a bit pricey for Mission Hill. I found the amount of food in the portions to be just fine, but again, for the price I'm paying I expected a little more. I don't have a trust fund. Our waiter was adequate, but I don't expect greatness from someone serving such a large group. But maybe he was just dragging because of the iron deficiency, or couldn't move any faster in those tight jeans.
The crowd was ok, not too obnoxiously full of itself, or maybe the Cougars just had me feeling generous. But they had Wii, and people weren't too cool to step up and play. Kid Icarus!!
Even though I feel weird hanging out in Mission Hill as someone who is over 19, I can't wait to hit this place for drinks again, and maybe rock it old school via the Wii. I'd be interested in checking out the PBR brunch too, because beer for breakfast is a wonderful thing.

I got a flat tire the other day. Awesome. So I brought my lovely vehicle (Dame Judi Dench) to this place since it's right down the street. They were busy and couldn't patch me up until noon, but they were so friendly about the whole thing I didn't mind. They called me at exactly noon to tell me I was all set, and I realized I never inquired about price. But how much could it be, 30 bucks? It was only $15, which I thought was great! Even better, they waived the charge for me since it was my first time in with them and I had to wait. Sweet! The guys were really cool too, they were clearly enamored with Judi, asking about her engine and grinning like schoolboys.
I'll definitely be back. Tomorrow actually, since I just found myself with another flat tire today. True story. They're doing construction at work. :-/

I had an awesome time here. The waiter was a peach, so friendly and good-natured! I was worried he'd be a townie yah-dood, since we were in the burbs and everyone was wearing Pats jerseys here. I love the Pats, but I've been to games and I know what the fans can be like. Anyway, this guy was so sweet to my table full of tipsy queers, chatting and joking along with with us. He also knew what a Washington Apple was made of, very impressive! If not for him, I'd definitely give this place a 3. The food was very good, though a little expensive. The risotto balls were spectacular, as was the angry shrimp. My chicken parm was unimpressive, but those apps were really awesome.  My drinks (Washington Apples with Jack) were excellent, but my friend ordered 2 drinks that were awful. The first was a pear-mint martini. It was sickeningly sweet, and I love sugar. The Coke was way too syrupy too, the Jack and Coke she ordered after sending the martini back was pretty gross too. Stick with juice-based drinks or beer.

My friends "dragged" me here because they wanted to sing karaoke. I was horrified the entire time, except when my friend rocked the mic. It was like the grossest townie bar in Lowell had a drunken heterosexual encounter with a suburban dad's basement and they spawned this obnoxious bastard. And likely gave each other chlamydia.

I never go into the galleries when I'm in P-Town. I don't care about paintings of lighthouses and coastlines, or guys in manties. But when Marc took us into Gallery Voyeur, my jaw dropped. I don't have the art lexicon to describe what I saw here, but I was mesmerized. It was better than the internet. It was moving, beautiful, scary, uncomfortable and perfect. You absolutely have to go here. Like the A-House, I saw things I'll never forget. But here, it's in a really fantastic way.

I got hit by a teen who turned 17 the day before. She blazed through the yield sign, entered the rotary I was in without so much as a glance and that's where I started my relationship with Webster Auto Body. I hate to break rank with the 5 star-ers, especially because there were some really nice folks here. The repairs they did were good, and I was definitely wowed when my car came back clean and detailed. But, they missed something significant when repairing my car. They did an excellent job replacing the passenger side door (which took a long time since there were only 3 in the country, totally forgivable) and getting the car to look great again. But soon after the repairs, my heat shield sprung loose, so I brought the car in to the dealer to make certain everything was ok. They found the oil tank held on to the engine solely by the tubes that feed the oil in to the engine. They had to re-mount it to the car, which meant taking the nose apart and a bunch of crap. Plus making the insurance re-open the claim, awesome! If you're absolutely sure you just have body damage, go to these guys by all means. They'll be nice, give you a fair price and deal with the insurance. But I just can't forgive the fact that a vital part of my engine's function was left hanging by a few tubes. I mean, they had two weeks to look at it. That's enough time to notice something that glaring. They did deal with my insurance very well, and again they were extremely friendly and sympathetic.

Have you guys ever met any Italians? They're loud and bossy. You say, "Oh, that's plenty," and they scoop another spoonful onto your plate. The waiters here might try to guide you toward a certain plate when you're flip flopping, by shouting that you should get xyz, but that's the way of their people! So, go here knowing that it's an authentic Italian place. It will be loud. You will drink your wine, stuff your face and enjoy it.
I went with a group of 8 (we had a reservation) and had a total blast. The waiters were jovial and upbeat, not at all annoying even to me. And I'm annoyed all the time. He was a little difficult for some of our group to understand, but luckily, I speak Italian-American and was able to translate. Everyone's food was amazing, and the antipasti we shared was excellent. I ordered a sausage dish with cannelini beans, which I expected to come over pasta, but didn't. I don't need the extra carbs anyway. Especially after scarfing the bread that greeted us at the table, and the delicious eggplant hummus spread that came with it. Man, that meal was amazing. Just make sure you ask for tap water and not bottled if you're not into paying for hydration. Other than that, this place was fantastic and made us feel comfortable (and full).