Yesterday was Valentines day. To those of you who had a wonderful evening of swooning, gazing into someones eyes, and nibbling on chocolates — here’s what I have to say to you:
You missed out on the second annual, rock-your-face-off ANTI-Valentines party at Eastern Standard.
Allow me to set the scene for you.
Boston, Feb 14th: 5AM — Snow becomes hail. 1 PM — Hail becomes rain. 9 PM — Rain becomes ice (a half inch on everything). 10:30 PM — ES party begins.
Upon entering from the patio (in order to collect email addresses for a seemingly non-existent "raffle," and allow the once-a-year bouncer to get a good look at you), you are directed inside past three of the four bars of the night. To your right, the wine bar. Straight ahead, the punch bar, and to the left, a mini-cocktail bar. Every table and chair in the restaurant is missing, and people are everywhere. The private dining room is suspiciously napkined-off (later discovered to be a Twister! room) and servers are circling with 50’s-style TV dinner food consisting of tripe sloppy joes, fish sticks and chili fries. Twenty dollars bought you five (5! 1+1+1+1+1) drinks! People are everywhere, and the live band (another rarity — featuring for-one-song-only — Jackson!) is in full swing.
I’ll let the pictures tell the rest.