Teatro was the first restaurant I researched and went to in Boston. It has a great location right across from the Commons and is just a short walk from the Theater District. The arched ceiling and mosaics combined with the contemporary lighting makes for a great ambiance. The first time I went I think I had some sort of boar ravioli. It’s not on the menu anymore but I have a pretty distinct memory of it. There is beef carpaccio on the menu and it is more than safe to assume that of the two times I’ve been here, I’ve ordered it at least once.
The first time I went to Teatro was on a first date with a girlfriend. Apparently I was wearing my big boy pants that night because when the waiter asked us if he could start us off with a drink I boldly said “We’ll take two glasses of the house red.” My heart was absolutely racing as I just waited for our server to ask to see our ID’s. The next words out of his mouth were some of the most beautiful I’ve ever heard, “Yes, of course.” The smile that was on my face after the waiter left was so big it hurt my cheeks. I was obviously trying to impress a girl, and I did that by ordering wine, but I could not play it cool for another second. I had to have a giddy moment before the waiter came back. Not that I know any more about wine since first ordering it at Teatro, but I have become better at hiding my ignorance that was made very obvious my going straight for the “house red.” Teatro was definitely a great place to take a girl on a first date to impress her.
After dinner my date and I decided to walk towards the bright neon lights coming from the Theater District. I could not believe everything was going so swimmingly, so I decided to push my luck a bit further. No, I didn’t try to kiss her. We were standing under the glow of the lights and I looked around and said “You know, I bet we could get a drink at any one of these places.” That is called false confidence. Once again, the big boy pants. I saw the W Hotel and figured a hotel bar would be our best bet.
It is 100% my dad’s fault for giving me the confidence to believe I could pull this off. I had spent 19 years watching him walk into every place he went acting like he owned it, so I just emulated him by throwing my head back, puffing my chest out, and throwing condescending looks all around. I positioned myself behind another customer to distance myself from the bartender to lessen the chance of hearing the dreaded “ID” word. I caught his attention by giving him the subtle head nod and when he asked me what I wanted I was caught completely off guard. I didn’t have a clue what to say. I had never done this before. I didn’t even belong there! I said the first thing that popped into my head, “I’ll take a glass of Chardonnay and a scotch on the rocks.” I gave him a ridiculous amount of money for two drink and Cassidy, my date, and I went and found some seats. The drink scorched my throat on the way down, but I didn’t care. I was living a scene out of a Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly movie-a romantic dinner with a beautiful girl followed by drinks at a posh location. I could not have been happier. I finished my firewater and Cassidy sipped her wine until it was gone and we ventured back to BC for another day of classe
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