After 20 years, I am retiring my old gas grill. The new one has more bells & whistles — infrared rotisserie burner, built-in smoker box, etc. — and is enough bigger that I don’t have to remove the grates to spit a chicken, and can fit my full-size cast iron frying pan in there besides. If I get 20 years out of this one too I’ll be more than pleased.
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Gene’s
Gene’s Chinese Flatbread near my office is a bit of a darling of the Boston food scene right now, and for good reason: their food is unusual, delicious, and cheap. It’s a tiny little cash-only storefront widely known for their hand-pulled noodles. I’ve been going there for almost a year and had yet to get the eponymous lamb-stuffed flatbread. I remedied that today (the Millennium Falcon looking thing on the left) along with a bowl of their plain hand-pulled noodles, served with spices and a ridiculous quantity of minced garlic. The flatbread was good, but does not hold a candle to the noodles.