We’ve lived in various places over the last 30+ years: a year in Hayes, three years in Newcastle-on-Tyne, four years in Chesham, nineteen years in Foxboro, and now four years in Brookline. In all that time we’ve never really had a “local”: a regular place to hang out and eat or drink. In England the “local” is usually a pub, but our nearest pubs in both Newcastle and Chesham were dismal places. And Foxboro was the kind of dormitory suburb without a centre, where most socializing happened at the homes of friends and neighbours. Oh yes, we’ve patronized various restaurants, but we never got to know the staff as friends.
But here in Brookline I think we’ve found our “local”: a really nice, interesting, friendly restaurant called Lucy’s. OK, it isn’t very local – it’s up at Coolidge Corner, about 4 miles away. But over the last year or so we’ve found ourselves eating there more and more often, or simply stopping in for a cocktail and a chat. The food is really good and always imaginative. This afternoon we were shopping at Coolidge Corner, and we found ourselves rearranging our schedule in order to be at the door of Lucy’s when it opened at five. We had a martini and chatted with Mitzi (the proprietor) for about half an hour before heading home to deal with the trick-or-treaters. Sure feels like a local to me.
Lucy’s. Recommended. See you there.