To paraphrase my BFF Michelle Obama (not really but a girl can dream - this is America right???) - "When our country goes low - Massachusetts gets high!" Ok - I am suffering from post-election stress disorder. I live in only one of two states in this great country where EVERY SINGLE county voted for Hillary Clinton (I'm so proud of this). I woke up at 3:00 a.m., I saw the results, I cried. I curled into a fetal position. I cried some more. Remained in the fetal position. My mom (my mom!!) tried to make me feel better by reminding me via email that Massachusetts had just legalized marijuana. This did make me feel a little better actually. Thanks mom. But those lovely calming and hopefully completely hallucinogenic edibles that Maureen Dowd freaked out on in Colorado that would take me completely out of this new realty are still a ways off. What to do?
Around the time of the second debate I made dinner reservations at O Ya for a celebratory dinner. Can you blame me? I figured we would be too tired the night after the election from all our drinking and toasting our first woman president to fully enjoy but that Thursday -- perfection! Best laid plans and all. . . Somehow, thanks to the love of my wonderful husband and my fantastic family and friends, I was able to crawl out of the dark, dark place I was in. Ultimately as a nation we are all in this together and we will all help each other find peace and love and acceptance. I know people wanted change. And I believe that it was change - not the stuff that will send me back to my bed cave - that led us to this result. The last time a two-term democratic president was followed by a new democratic president was 1856!!! 1856!! Dear god Hil - what a challenge you took on.
Despite some misgivings, we honored our reservations at O Ya and how glad I am. I've said it before and I'll say it again - what a wonderful place. Nancy Cushman and Kate Gilarde bring a warmth and a charm to the front of the house that I have always loved and how deeply I craved it a few days after the election. The beautifully cozy space enveloped us like a giant oh-my-god-please-don't-be-so-sad hug! And then there is the food. Maybe no marijuana edibles at a Boston storefront near you quite yet but there is some damn fine sushi and sashimi and other goodies to be had at O Ya. They will leave you feeling a whole lot better. Just saying. Now I'll let the food do the talking and the healing.
Rest of the post with pictures here (lots of new dishes) -- http://www.pearlsandoysters.com/2016/...