Guest Post: Bacon Dinner Club

Everyone enjoys a little stalking, right? So when I saw on Facebook that my NYC-based friend Kyra (of the dating blog Gotard City) had posted pictures of a Bacon Dinner Club, I immediately demanded the story. So here goes the first ever Stalking Sarah guest post! Thanks, Kyra!

A little over a year ago, my friends and I decided to start a Dinner Club based on our mutual love of the Food Network, cooking, and most importantly, eating. We choose a new theme or key ingredient (basil, citrus, the color white, tapas,  desserts, etc) and we get together once a month to cook and eat together. It’s usually an all-day affair.

Dinner Club’s important to me for a number of reasons: It’s an opportunity to make socially acceptable bad decisions in the form of food. I like to eat. I love to eat. Tasting delicious food is one of the best pleasures in life. It’s fun to see all my friends together. We get to play board games and catch up. I get to play hostess and show off all my materialistic crap that I’ve acquired from Crate & Barrel. And, I get to learn more about cooking and try new foods.

A few years ago, I started dating someone named Movies. After a while, he got to be a part of Dinner Club, too. None of my friends were particularly amazed by him, but none of them really disliked him either. And at the end of the day, though, I’m the Kim Jong Il of Dinner Club, so if I wanted my boyfriend there, he was gonna be included.

Unfortunately, Movies’ picky eating habits had never been squashed by his parents, so he often violated the “try new foods” mandate of dinner club. On numerous occasions, he’d make a passing comment about not wanting to try someone’s dish. Whenever we circulated the tentative menu before the actual Dinner Club date, Movies would send a note reminding us that he didn’t like certain foods.

The biggest point of contention among us Dinner Clubbers was bacon. Continue reading

Cambridge Common

Halfway between Porter Square and Harvard Square on Mass Ave, you can find the cozy yet hip Cambridge Common. With a tap list as long as your arm, great service, and tasty food, it’s a place that demands repeat visits.

The standard Spinach Artichoke dip is delicious, as to be expected. What’s surprising, though are the homemade baked pita chips along side it.
Yummy in the tummy and easy on the pocket at $5.95.

(And you’ll be licking the plate.)

Fried calamari are something I normally avoid at a bar, since they tend to be rubbery and mostly tasteless. But when a friend of mine ordered these, the look of delight on her face convinced me to try them.
Tender, juicy, and totally worth it at $7.95.

Fried pickles. Not something you normally see on a menu. After a few beers to reduce our inhibitions, we worked up the nerve to order them. Everyone laughed when we did, but sure enough, once they were on the table, everyone wanted a taste. While it’s not something I would order regularly, the combination of the dill pickles, spicy beer batter, and chipotle mayo totally rewarded our exploratory culinary efforts.
Fun at the table for $4.95.

If delicious bar food and excellent beer isn’t your thing, Cambridge Common also serves up some frilly yet deadly martinis and a nice variety of standard salads. Great for going out with friends, or even– over brunch, perhaps –a casual morning-after date. (Don’t worry, if your nerves are still getting the better of you, even in daylight, their “Uncommon Bloody Mary” should put you alright again.)

Overall: YYYY (out of five)
Prices: Cheap– less than $10 for a main course that’ll fill you up.
Atmosphere: Easy going, with a little sports mania near the (muted) TVs.
Dress code: Jeans. T-shirt. Empty stomach.
Great place to bring your… best friend.
1667 Mass Ave (about a ten-minute walk south of Porter)