By Noëmie Carrant, Staff Writer
The cronut has finally come to Boston. Foodies, get mildly excited. Non-foodies, here is the gist: A cronut is a pastry invented by Dominique Ansel. A blend between a French croissant and an American donut, the cronut became an instant hit, ensuing a cronut craze, with people waiting in huge lines at 5 a.m. for Ansel’s New York bakery to open at 8 a.m. The cronut even has its own black market: You can either pay a man or woman to stand in line for you, or pay $20-100 for one pastry. It’s a thing. Even Hugh Jackman had to stand in line.
When I first heard of the cronut, I wasn’t that interested in tasting it. Being both French and American, I had mixed feelings about this hybrid pastry.
My French side (which has a heavy, snobby French accent): “Great [roll those R’s], somebody has found a way to Americanize and destroy something as sacred and timeless as le croissant.”
My American side: “WHO CARES, THINK OF ALL THE DELICIOUSNESS, NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.”
They balanced each other out.
But that’s also when I realized that a cronut is the offspring of America and France. Just like me. I am a cronut. I just had to taste myself.
So, when Eater Boston posted that cronuts were coming to Boston, I knew what I wanted to do. Find a cronut, eat the cronut, take a picture of the cronut, write about the cronut. Thus began my journey.
I rushed and arrived right before the closing of Café de Boston, which also happened to be selling the pastries. Cleverly renamed “Croissant-Donut” (for Ansel has trademarked the term and will sue you if you use it), the cronut copycat can be yours for $2.95. It comes in three flavors: vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. I grab the last three and sit a table, take out my phone, INSTAGRAM and stare.
They’re as tall and wide as cheeseburgers, each one with a different colored glaze. I pick the vanilla one up with two hands, just like a burger, and bite down. My teeth go through layer and layer of what tastes like sweet croissant, with the hard glaze melting on my tongue. There’s the layering and fluffiness of a croissant, with the glaze and frying of a donut. An interesting sweet combo that works. I finish my pastries and leave.
Cronuts, or Croissant-Donuts, are good. They didn’t blow my mind or change my life. But you should go to the Financial District to get one from Café de Boston and experience it (vanilla and chocolate are good, strawberry is a bit strange). Dominique Ansel’s original cronuts have cream filling, so they’re probably better, but are they worth the 3-hour long wait? Probably not. Then again, you can always check for yourself. The long weekend is coming and New York is only a bus ride away from here.
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By Noëmie Carrant, Staff Writer
Welcome to Boston. As a seasoned eater at Boston University, let me tell you right now that you will get sick of the fast food places that grace our campus. When you do, I highly suggest leaving Commonwealth Avenue, taking the T and trying to find other places to go to. Fortunately for you, we at the FreeP, make traveling a lot easier by presenting you with a guide of restaurants, markets and cafés to try out.
GSU sushi is nice, but $10 for a couple of maki and sushi can definitely add up. As an alternative, enter a sushi heaven, where for $16, you can eat ALL THE SUSHI IN THE WORLD…at lunch time. Never fear though, there is a dinner special. All-you-can-eat for dinner will cost you from $22 to $24 depending on what day you go.
117 Chiswick Road
Brighton, MA 02135
2. Super 88 Market
Super 88 is not just an Asian grocery but hosts a lot of authentic Asian cuisine (ie. Chinese, Thai, Vietnamese, Indian and Korean.) Imagine all the fresh, exotic fruit and frozen and packaged goods – the Korean instant ramen Shin Ramyun is spicy, delicious and is always a classic choice. More than that, the food is both filling and cost-efficient.
1 Brighton Avenue
Allston, MA 02134
The Trident is a wonderful, cozy combination of a bookstore and a café and is a 10 minute walk from Kenmore Square. This bookstore/restaurant is on Newbury Street, one of the most iconic shopping districts in Boston. Trident has some delicious sandwiches (try the Turvacado), an excellent breakfast selection and the Chocolatino, which saves lives in the winter. Really.
338 Newbury Street
Boston, MA 02115
Though there’s tea, coffee and cakes, L.A. Burdick is most renowned for its variety of hot chocolate. L.A. Burdick has three flavors: dark, white and milk hot chocolate. Each sip of all the rich and dense liquids is a delight and almost guarantees a higher standard in hot chocolate.
Address: 220 Clarendon Street
Boston, MA 02215
52 Brattle Street – Harvard Square
Cambridge, MA 02138
Boston’s Chinatown is very decent and Gourmet Dumpling Café is one of its landmarks. It’s a busy little place but it’s worth the wait. There are plenty of classic dumplings, dim sum and other Chinese options to choose from.
52 Beach Street
Boston, MA 02111
Flour has four locations all around Boston, because it’s that wonderful. Everything, from the sandwiches (the roasted lamb sandwich is exquisite) to the pastries and cakes (two words: banana bread) is good. Also, they make their own version of pop tarts with puff pastry and raspberry jam that changes lives.There is greatness in every single breadcrumb and chocolate chip. The people bake with love, and as you bite into whatever you order, you can taste it.
131 Clarendon Street (entrance on Stanhope Street)
Boston, MA 02116
1595 Washington Street
Boston, MA 02118
Fort Point Channel
12 Farnsworth Street
Boston, MA 02210
190 Massachusetts Avenue
Cambridge MA 02139
This Italian deli is the must-visit of the North End. There’s a vast selection of imported goods and an excellent catering service, where you can grab a sandwich, a salad, some pasta, etc. Try the hearty Big Dip sandwich and be Italia.
42 Cross Street
Boston, MA 02113
You’ll often hear people clashing in heavy debate about which is better, is it Mike’s Pastry or Modern Pastry? Which establishment has the best cannoli? Which establishment has the most variety? Personally, Mike’s Pastry wins my heart, but I’ll let you decide for yourself.
300 Hanover Street
Boston, MA 02113
257 Hanover Street
Boston, MA 02113
Visit this place and get one thing: the lobster roll. It’s $14, but it will be the best lobster roll of your life. Fresh and juicy lobster meat, covered in a celery and mayo dressing, tucked in a doughy bun. Simplistic and classic all in one roll.
15-17 Northern Avenue
Boston, MA 02110
Right next to Harvard Square is a nice little burger joint. The interior is fitted with a retro vibe with dimmed lighting to match. The burgers are gigantic and all have whacky names. Try the fries with the homemade pepper jam.
1246 Massachusetts Avenue
Cambridge, MA 02138
Though if you’re really set on staying within the boundaries of campus and/or have a tight budget, here are a few tips to spare: West Campus has the best pizza, Warren has The Sandwich Guy and The Omelet Lady and Bay State has the best of everything else.
By Brooke Jackson-Glidden, MUSE Food Editor
I have a confession: I’m a Thai food snob.
I have been to seven different Thai restaurants in Boston, three of which were on campus. I have scrolled through Yelp search results, written down names on napkins during eavesdropped conversations, snagged business cards from random waiting room tables, all in search for the name, just one name, of a Thai restaurant that lived up to my experience at home.
I come from a land of crazy good Thai food. Generally, the West Coast is ripe with excellent Asian cuisine, as there tend to be more Asian immigrants on that side of the country. I grew up on sweet Tom Kha, salty Shoyu Niniku Ramen and Tangy Pho littered with floating limes. My friends and I would go out for Thai food twice a month, order bright-orange Thai iced tea and completely cover the table in plates of all different shades – key lime green curry, dark brown pad kee mao (also known as Drunken Noodles) with vibrant red peppers and orange carrots, tan massaman curry with the purple skins of red potatoes emerging from the depths like islands.
There is a missing respect for Thai food, I think. I find more complex flavors in Thai then in any other cuisine. Acidic lime and its counterpart, lemongrass, mixed with sticky-sweet coconut, salty peanuts and pungent garlic results in a harmonious balance of palate, and just when you think culinary serenity is reached, salty-sweet hunan (fish sauce) strolls into the party like he knows everyone there and a whole new flavor palate introduces itself to the dish. And don’t even get me started on Sriracha.
I lived for my trips to Sabai, my favorite Thai restaurant of my hometown, with my friends on Friday nights, when the evening was young and we saw “going crazy” as ordering every dish as spicy as the scale went. We’d hunch over our plates, ladling aromatic curries over little sculpted rice boats, dangling brown noodles and julienned bamboo shoots dangerously from one bowl to the one sitting in front of us, silent except for the sound of clinking plates, utensils, and the occasional sniff from running sinuses.
I lived for those nights. No, we didn’t have nights that were fuzzy in the morning, or pictures of us we don’t remember taking. We remembered each bite perfectly, at our usual booth in our usual haunt where the waiters know us by name. We were never bored, just comfortable.
Moving to Boston was anything but comfortable. I knew I wanted to leave the West Coast when I was six years old, but that didn’t make the move easier. I have yet to meet anyone from Oregon, let alone my town. I had no connections in Boston – the closest relative lived in Pittsburg. And I had no Thai food that compared to home.
My friend, a student at the Fordham Lincoln Center campus often texted me from the City with a similar complaint. “When you pull apart the noodles, they’re white on the inside!” she would cry over Skype. “They put tomatoes in green curry!” I’d howl back. “Who does that?!”
When we came back for break, we all met at our same booth, ordered our same drinks, and covered the table again. We talked about our various colleges, our new unforgettable nights, and the inferior Thai food on our campuses. Sitting there with them, I started to realize something – yes, the Thai food in our town was delicious, and in all likelihood it was better than what we could find in our various towns. But maybe part of our frustration was that we knew something was ending, and we wouldn’t be able to find that same experience, of us at that table together, again.
I came back for my second semester of college with the realization that maybe my Thai food experience wouldn’t be quite the same as it was in high school, and that was okay. I went through one final Yelp search, messaged all my new college friends, dragged them into the middle of the Financial District, through a couple of questionable alleys, until I found a hole-in-the-wall, take-out restaurant called Thai’s Bistro. My friends commented on the sketchy exterior and ordered warily. We pushed the tables together and waited.
When we finally got our food, I noticed immediately that the dishes looked remarkably better than the ones I had tried before. I hesitated, and then dove in, chopsticks first.
It. Was. Delicious.
The Drunken Noodles were dripping in spicy-sweet sauce just like the ones at home, with thin slices of beef and bright bell peppers. The green curry was that perfect balance of “clean” and “dirty,” in that it was spicy and rich, but not missing the sweetness of that coconut milk. The Tom Kha paled in comparison to the one of my childhood, but the Shumai dipped in Sriracha was a delicious replacement.
No, we didn’t huddle over our dishes in respect and amazement. We sang along to the radio, took ridiculous pictures, did our respective biddie impressions and talked about what we would do when my friend from Fordham came to visit next week. The man at the counter danced along to our music, and smiled and waved when we left.
And as I walked back down Atlantic Avenue with these people that I love, stomach full of coconut milk and slippery drunken noodles, I decided that my booth at Sabai will be waiting for me when I come home in the summer. But for now, this is perfect.