On Saturday Steve had to work so Clara and I drove into the city and met him for probably the prettiest lunch I've ever had. Sportello was fantastic, the food was delicious- I'm still dreaming about my beet salad, they had the good ice- you know the kind, and we got to finish it off with some tasty french macarons (not pictured). Could a lunch get any better? Probably not. South Boston, you have surprised me.
also of note: my Grandma made this coat for me when I was like 10, and I still wear it.