So this is one of the MOST famous places in all of Boston. According to my dad, and most of the internet. It is a small bakery in the North End of Boston, aka the Italian district. As you walk the streets from the center of Boston (well to me and my dad that was Fanueil Hall) the buildings slowly turn into apartments and change in style till it feels like you are in a whole new city. You can feel the unique Italian neighborhood vibe in this main street of North End.
You walk by café after café after Italian restaurant after pastry shop. It was beautiful and painfully and heartachingly reminded me of Europe.
The inside of Mike’s was just as quaint as the rest of the street. It was American old-school with the feeling of a 50’s diner including embossed metal ceilings
But the highlights of the place was truly the pastry display which spanned the length of 3 walls, leaving only the entrance wall clear of racks of sweets.
The true torture of this place was picking which dessert. Not only did they have cupcakes, tiramisu, other small cakes, ice cream, cookies, cannoli, etc. But they had multiple FLAVOURS of each. So once you decided what TYPE of dessert you craved you had to pick what TASTE you wanted. I debated hard for the entire wait between peanut butter and espresso cannoli. I ultimately chose the peanut butter. It was so rich and decadent. I had some trouble finishing it. But the cannoli pastry was flaky and with a surprisingly dense bite. In fact, it reminded me of the Mexican sopapillas. I had never had a true cannoli before and this one has set high standards.
Then my dad tried the tiramisu and it was perfect. Just the right balance of espresso, chocolate, cinnamon and liquor in a creamy and spongy cup. Their coffee was delicious as well, though my choice of a flavoured latte was perhaps not the wisest. I was so over-sugared that I had trouble thinking about any more food for the next 4 hours.
My only complaint was the service. As in the owner was the sole waitress in a ridiculous tiny and crowded go-to spot for the lunch hour. We actually didn’t have to wait that long, but it’s the principal of the thing.
Also, keep in mind, if you go there they ONLY accept CASH. No credit, debit, checks. If not for my daddy being old-fashioned I would have missed out on a delicious treat.
That is a picture of delicious, warming, hearty Cod Pie from one of the many restaurants within the confines of Quincy Hall, Boston.
Since I don’t have much else to say, other than wowza this was good and I wish I could have tried ALL of the restaurants in there, I shall give an impression of Quincy Hall’s insides.
It is like a mall food court or an airport restaurant area. Only full of dozens of option of EVERYTHING. There was East Coast seafood, salads, macaronis, Indian food, Asian food, desserts every which way you looked. Sandwiches and soups on nearly every menu. There was pizza and BBQ, ice cream, and smoothies, to boot.
All you had to do was walk up and down the length of the historic Hall until something caught your eye. The most interesting part, though, was not the food but the seating. For all of the hustle and crowding of the Hall, there was a very limited seating area. A mere quarter section of the hall full of low to the ground wood tables and square no-nonsense seating. You had to STALK your seats out like they were your PREY. You literally had to POUNCE on an opening or you would lose your place. There was no time for even a quick walk. You determinedly sprinted to your place and set your food down before your feet made the last steps.
After finding our seats, however, we did realize there was a second floor with a few more seating options. I regret that we didn’t roam about the floor above us, but there was so much to do and see and walk to that it simply was overlooked.
Also, I know that my postings have been irregular. I don’t even have the excuse that I’m busy. I simply keep forgetting to go through my pictures and do reviews!
I hope you are enjoying my New York (and Boston!) reviews though. I’ll make up for my tardiness by uploading some of my non-food pictures of the country side and city! (Eventually, at least.)