Marliave est. 1875
After a taking in a movie and complaining about the recession, my friend JP Moore steered me in a direction towards 10 Bosworth St. for a late afternoon snack, before heading back to the North Shore grind. We walked down a quiet alley off of Tremont St. that seemed to bring us back to Bostonia circa 1920. The vintage French architecture invited us into a modern take on ole’ Boston charm.
By European standards Marliave is not old, but for Boston this old speakeasy keeps up the New England tradition offering Yankee pot roast, Quail, Oysters and ghosts of Boston past. JP and I had the raw bluepoint oysters with a few Glenfiddichs to wash them down.
There is nothing prefabricated about Marliave. The marble is marble, the tile is tile and the atmosphere is authentic. What a great way to spend an afternoon free of work, with a friend and no care in the world.
“marliave”:http://www.marliave.com
