i’m somewhat at a loss because i’ve gone from such a high level of production (final review) to nothing. well, if “nothing” means “eventual packing.” i feel as though i should be relaxing, but am finding it difficult to do because i’m still coming off the mad dash that is my mental state during finals. it’s like trying to brake when driving a freight train full of lead weights.

well, at any rate, jessica and i are determined to hit up some restaurants before she leaves for california and then oxford, so we began our culinary trek today with brunch at upstairs on the square.

first of all, the entrance is on the side, not at the top of the stairs like one would surmise upon glancing at the front of the restaurant. the inside of the restaurant strikes a balance between being designed by women, and being feminine – and luckily, it’s the right balance. the room is green with gold accents, with every trendy lighting fixture you can think of, and random details everywhere, like a tiny balcony to the left of the bar, an alice-in-wonderland type of mantel and mirror on the south wall, and “go red sox” painted onto the mirrors above the bar (plus a huge wide-screen TV perched on top of the back of a banquette, ostensibly for red sox games). as i look around, i spot what is the best table i’ve ever seen in a restaurant, ever – a tiny table tucked into an oddly-shaped nook under a window, big enough for two people. so, if you go there on a date, that is where you should sit. it’s on the side of the room opposite from the mantel, closer to the kitchen side. (more…)