Happy Super Bowl
The other day it occurred to me to ask a friend, "Hey, friend, is our local pro football team in the Super Bowl this year?" She said no, and I said, "A pox upon the Patriots!" Not because I care about winning the Super Bowl. (You probably guessed that.)
You see when the Pats are in the Super Bowl it is the single best night to eat out in Boston. You can get a reservation anywhere that is not a sports bar. You can park anywhere (except, perhaps, near a sports bar). And your dining experience will be awesome. It will be the most subdued, splendid culinary event of your life. Because all the loud people are somewhere else, yelling at people on television who are dressed in tight uniforms hundreds or thousands of miles from them.
I imagine that on years such as this, when the Pats are not involved, it's still easier than usual to dine out. But it's not the same.
So to this year's Patriots team: Fellas, you really let me down. Let's not do this again, okay?
And to everyone else: Happy Super Bowl!