Looking for somewhere to eat in Portsmouth? Fret no longer! Just take a spin on the:
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Fireworks Follow Up
I hope a lot of you made it to the fireworks last night. We were talking after, and Portsmouth really has one of the best shows around. It was about 20-25 minutes long, but it wasn't drawn out on purpose like a lot of other fireworks displays. That, and they had about three "almost" finales before the actual grand finale, which was no less than epic. Not bad for our little city of 25k.
Anyway, some action shots:
The rest of the day was no less perfect. The first sunny day in, well, forever, we made it to the NH coast to get lightly toasted (by the Sun! by the Sun...) We then naturally dined at Poco's (to get lightly toasted) and went to the fireworks from there, finishing up at Daniel Street Tavern karaoke night (you may be aware that we are karaoke connoisseurs - we'll talk about it sometime). It was packed like sardines in there, but it was worth it.
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Anyway, some action shots:
The rest of the day was no less perfect. The first sunny day in, well, forever, we made it to the NH coast to get lightly toasted (by the Sun! by the Sun...) We then naturally dined at Poco's (to get lightly toasted) and went to the fireworks from there, finishing up at Daniel Street Tavern karaoke night (you may be aware that we are karaoke connoisseurs - we'll talk about it sometime). It was packed like sardines in there, but it was worth it.
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Independence Day in Portsmouth
Cheer up everyone. I realize that this has been probably the worst summer ever. But take heart: Sunday is going to be sunny and 78.
Because of that, Portsmouth has delayed the annual fireworks display until Sunday at 9:15pm. They shoot them from South Mill Pond:
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There's some debate about where to watch them. You can basically see them from anywhere in the city. If you get there EARLY, you can watch them from right underneath them from the fields at the middle school directly across from city hall. You can also get a good view from Prescott Park.
Also, the Summer in the Street series continues with Cormac McCarthy and MAINESQUEEZE.
See you around town!
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Because of that, Portsmouth has delayed the annual fireworks display until Sunday at 9:15pm. They shoot them from South Mill Pond:
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There's some debate about where to watch them. You can basically see them from anywhere in the city. If you get there EARLY, you can watch them from right underneath them from the fields at the middle school directly across from city hall. You can also get a good view from Prescott Park.
Also, the Summer in the Street series continues with Cormac McCarthy and MAINESQUEEZE.
See you around town!
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Summer in the Street
Here's a real-time bulletin: Pro Portsmouth Inc. (who does Market Squared Day's 10k Road Race and First Night on New Year's Eve) is hosting its first Summer in the Street featuring TJ Wheeler and The Smokers, a blues/jazz ensemble. I'll get some pictures if I can when I'm out tonight.
UPDATE: And here they are:
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UPDATE: And here they are:
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Market Square Day
Guest Correspondant : The Beer Babe (www.beer-babe.com)
Hi there! After being asked (ahem, told) to cover Market Square day in Portsmouth because both of the Msquared bloggers were out of town (Portland and Florida? Really?) (J & H: It's circumstantial! We swear!) I gladly accepted the job because it involved being outside, food, and Portsmouth. And, honestly, I had planned on going anyway. I woke up bright and early, put on a cute summer dress and headed south to Portsmouth.
Deciding that the chances of finding a parking meter (free for the event) were next to nothing, we headed towards the parking garage on Hanover Street. For a flat fee of $5.00 we were able to park for as long as we wanted – which if we stayed more than 6.5 hours – was a discount. I thought that was fair considering that we planned to stay all day, and that it wasn’t as high as some fair/festival parking can be. It also meant that people could park legally, securely within close proximity to Market Square.
(J: For future reference, you can always try and park in the State/Cabot St. area. It's not a far walk. However, if you take my parking spaces from in front of my house I will be very perturbed.*)
The day was bright and sunny, with an occasional breeze. The streets were lined with small white tents, balloons hung overhead, and a flow of people moved up and down the streets with relative ease. There were families, strollers and beautiful people young and old, all dressed in comfortable summer clothes. It felt like summer had truly arrived (though it doesn’t officially show up for another few days).
The tents featured both vendors from local shops and local artisans. Most of the shops had some kind of sale items out front – clearance or special items that were less expensive than what is normally sold in retail stores. Breezy fabrics in neutral colors waved in the wind, beads on necklaces rattled and the noise in general was of a busy flea market. The artists impressed me – there was one who made jewelry and wind chimes from silverware in unique arrangements, one who made sculptures from pieces of old pier wood that looked like they were asking to be shaped into a whale or lobster. Hand-made beads, hand sewn purses and avant guarde designs were everywhere, and all the vendors selling wares gave Portsmouth its feel. Not entirely “hippie” like (J: Oh you hippies...), but an earthy and creative feeling that seemed to mirror the tastes of the people walking around. I felt like I could get a good sense of a store and decide which stores I’d come back to look around in – which isn’t always obvious just from window displays.
In addition to the crafters, there were businesses raising money for charitable events. A ring toss sponsored by Smuttynose and the Portsmouth Brewery raised money for one of four charities – the tosser was given a token at the end of the attempts to win and got to choose the charity to receive the donation. (This is similar to how they do their Charity Pint Nights on Tuesday nights.) Others were raising money or awareness for education, women’s rights, environmental issues (J: See? Hippies...) or local non-profit organizations.
Starting in front of Breaking New Grounds, the street was also filled with restaurant booths cooking away sizzling steaks, hot dogs, sweet potato fries, crab cakes and other local delights. I had a crab cake from The Common Man restaurant’s booth that was a solid two tugboats. The Common Man will be opening a Portsmouth location on State St. in July.
Other food vendors included Canceaux Hot Sauces where I bought some “Angry Pickle” relish, and Maine Roots Soda where I had a wonderful blueberry soda – the perfect summer soda, in my opinion.
I was pleased that I still had access to the normal businesses in town. I was able to get a beer at the Portsmouth Brewery and a chai at Breaking New Grounds without being mobbed by people. I spent some time in a used book store and wandered around a park or two when I needed a rest from people. The presence of visitors who had not been to Portsmouth before was a new feeling – watching people study the chamber of commerce maps together to figure out where they were going was interesting. Portsmouth still functioned despite all this and I took that as a very good sign.
The weather held out all day, and it turned into a warm night. After the vendors packed up everything and the roads were re-opened, we seamlessly flowed into a summer evening out. Sitting outside of the GasLight listening to a great cover band and reflecting on the day, I realized that if I went to this every year, I might tire of it (J&H: We won't), but going to this event was a good look inside what Portsmouth is really about. And honestly, it contributed to my growing desire to move there (J&H: To which we say, DO IT!).
(J: Special thanks to Carla Companion, the Beer Babe, for this post! We sincerely apologize for missing the event that is our namesake!)
*H: I would like to point out that I think our readers are smart enough to know what "perturbed" means, but that's because I love and respect you, unlike Jayson.
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Hi there! After being asked (ahem, told) to cover Market Square day in Portsmouth because both of the Msquared bloggers were out of town (Portland and Florida? Really?) (J & H: It's circumstantial! We swear!) I gladly accepted the job because it involved being outside, food, and Portsmouth. And, honestly, I had planned on going anyway. I woke up bright and early, put on a cute summer dress and headed south to Portsmouth.
Deciding that the chances of finding a parking meter (free for the event) were next to nothing, we headed towards the parking garage on Hanover Street. For a flat fee of $5.00 we were able to park for as long as we wanted – which if we stayed more than 6.5 hours – was a discount. I thought that was fair considering that we planned to stay all day, and that it wasn’t as high as some fair/festival parking can be. It also meant that people could park legally, securely within close proximity to Market Square.
(J: For future reference, you can always try and park in the State/Cabot St. area. It's not a far walk. However, if you take my parking spaces from in front of my house I will be very perturbed.*)
The day was bright and sunny, with an occasional breeze. The streets were lined with small white tents, balloons hung overhead, and a flow of people moved up and down the streets with relative ease. There were families, strollers and beautiful people young and old, all dressed in comfortable summer clothes. It felt like summer had truly arrived (though it doesn’t officially show up for another few days).
Seriously there were people everywhere.
These balloons were cool though.
The tents featured both vendors from local shops and local artisans. Most of the shops had some kind of sale items out front – clearance or special items that were less expensive than what is normally sold in retail stores. Breezy fabrics in neutral colors waved in the wind, beads on necklaces rattled and the noise in general was of a busy flea market. The artists impressed me – there was one who made jewelry and wind chimes from silverware in unique arrangements, one who made sculptures from pieces of old pier wood that looked like they were asking to be shaped into a whale or lobster. Hand-made beads, hand sewn purses and avant guarde designs were everywhere, and all the vendors selling wares gave Portsmouth its feel. Not entirely “hippie” like (J: Oh you hippies...), but an earthy and creative feeling that seemed to mirror the tastes of the people walking around. I felt like I could get a good sense of a store and decide which stores I’d come back to look around in – which isn’t always obvious just from window displays.
Uri Gellar, eat your heart out.
In addition to the crafters, there were businesses raising money for charitable events. A ring toss sponsored by Smuttynose and the Portsmouth Brewery raised money for one of four charities – the tosser was given a token at the end of the attempts to win and got to choose the charity to receive the donation. (This is similar to how they do their Charity Pint Nights on Tuesday nights.) Others were raising money or awareness for education, women’s rights, environmental issues (J: See? Hippies...) or local non-profit organizations.
Better than Beirut? You decide. And it's Beirut. Not "Beer Pong"
Starting in front of Breaking New Grounds, the street was also filled with restaurant booths cooking away sizzling steaks, hot dogs, sweet potato fries, crab cakes and other local delights. I had a crab cake from The Common Man restaurant’s booth that was a solid two tugboats. The Common Man will be opening a Portsmouth location on State St. in July.
Other food vendors included Canceaux Hot Sauces where I bought some “Angry Pickle” relish, and Maine Roots Soda where I had a wonderful blueberry soda – the perfect summer soda, in my opinion.
The Beer Babe. IN ACTION. With, um, soda.
I was pleased that I still had access to the normal businesses in town. I was able to get a beer at the Portsmouth Brewery and a chai at Breaking New Grounds without being mobbed by people. I spent some time in a used book store and wandered around a park or two when I needed a rest from people. The presence of visitors who had not been to Portsmouth before was a new feeling – watching people study the chamber of commerce maps together to figure out where they were going was interesting. Portsmouth still functioned despite all this and I took that as a very good sign.
The weather held out all day, and it turned into a warm night. After the vendors packed up everything and the roads were re-opened, we seamlessly flowed into a summer evening out. Sitting outside of the GasLight listening to a great cover band and reflecting on the day, I realized that if I went to this every year, I might tire of it (J&H: We won't), but going to this event was a good look inside what Portsmouth is really about. And honestly, it contributed to my growing desire to move there (J&H: To which we say, DO IT!).
(J: Special thanks to Carla Companion, the Beer Babe, for this post! We sincerely apologize for missing the event that is our namesake!)
*H: I would like to point out that I think our readers are smart enough to know what "perturbed" means, but that's because I love and respect you, unlike Jayson.
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Hey, we try
Thanks to the Boston Globe's Ethan Gilsdorf for giving us credit for the Jimmy Juice shot in this post.
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Oh right, hi. . .
So Jayson went on protest until I posted again, and I felt like my muse withered and died when my netbook did (which, honestly is my own fault. . . . apparently the Universe punishes you when you try to watch HBO shows illegally.) Now Jayson's attempting to repair the damage, and I am posting here with my proverbial tail between my legs. And while I can't promise to adhere to my lofty goal of twice weekly postation (new word!). . . I can promise to try harder. (Again.)
Alright-- Market Square Day is this weekend. Unfortunately, I'll be in Tampa, Florida, and won't be able to go, but Jayson will most likely make an appearance and document some of the day. It's on Saturday, June 13th, from 9-4pm. Browse through the many booths, listen to the performers, pop into the stores and boutiques, and cheer on the racers. By the way, the MSD 10K Road Race reached its registration limit of 1,850 runners. I'm (definitely) not a runner, but I find that to be rather impressive.
Also, here's what to expect from Market Squared this summer-
As "Townie Tourists," we plan to tour Strawberry Banke, rediscover Water Country, go on a walking tour (the name of which I have currently forgotten, but will find soon . . .) and hit up the play in Prescott Park. (This year, it's Grease, opening June 26.)
As a Day Trip, we want to go to Canobie Lake Park. I went a few weeks ago, and Jayson got jealous. No fears-- I'd love to spend more time there. Just look at the joy!
Also, it's worth it just to go back and eat another of these:
If you're interested in tagging along to any of these outings, just let one of us know. We'd love to have you there! (We get a little bored with each other's company eventually, not going to lie.)
That's it for now. Finally, Jayson can stop pouting. I think he has another alcohol rant to share, despite my warnings that he might appear to be a bit of a. . . lush*. But then, you probably already knew that. ;-)
*Hypo-what? Lalala, I can't hear you.
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Alright-- Market Square Day is this weekend. Unfortunately, I'll be in Tampa, Florida, and won't be able to go, but Jayson will most likely make an appearance and document some of the day. It's on Saturday, June 13th, from 9-4pm. Browse through the many booths, listen to the performers, pop into the stores and boutiques, and cheer on the racers. By the way, the MSD 10K Road Race reached its registration limit of 1,850 runners. I'm (definitely) not a runner, but I find that to be rather impressive.
Also, here's what to expect from Market Squared this summer-
As "Townie Tourists," we plan to tour Strawberry Banke, rediscover Water Country, go on a walking tour (the name of which I have currently forgotten, but will find soon . . .) and hit up the play in Prescott Park. (This year, it's Grease, opening June 26.)
As a Day Trip, we want to go to Canobie Lake Park. I went a few weeks ago, and Jayson got jealous. No fears-- I'd love to spend more time there. Just look at the joy!
Whee!
Also, it's worth it just to go back and eat another of these:
Yes, I shared. But I might not next time.
If you're interested in tagging along to any of these outings, just let one of us know. We'd love to have you there! (We get a little bored with each other's company eventually, not going to lie.)
That's it for now. Finally, Jayson can stop pouting. I think he has another alcohol rant to share, despite my warnings that he might appear to be a bit of a. . . lush*. But then, you probably already knew that. ;-)
*Hypo-what? Lalala, I can't hear you.
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Hey, we're only human
I have some news - posting will be light for me this weekend since I am traveling to Spain all next week. Heather will have an update on her weekend next Tuesday (don't you worry). In the meantime, enjoy our town where you can!
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Your MOM's Day
As promised (*cough* as opposed to Tuesday *cough*) here's your weekend outlook from Market Squared. First off, the weather report.
If you've already forgotten, it's mother's day this weekend. If you want to be a good child and do something more than just show up (like me), here's some options.
If your mom's a geek, you could go see the new Star Trek movie. It's got action and young attractive men in it:
Besides, if she's a fan of Heroes she'll get to see Zachary Quinto in a role other than that of a super-powered serial killer. (H: Also, I saw it last night, and even as a non-Trekkie, I thought it was awesome. Hellooooooo James T. Kirk.)
Sunday will be cool, but nice, so a trip around downtown is never a bad idea. In particular, you could take her shopping around the many clothing and jewelry stores on Market and Congress streets, and have a stop at Annabelle's Ice Cream and take a walk around the docks to Prescott Park. As for me, my parents live in Raymond, so for ice cream we'll probably be taking a trip to Memories in Kingston (hey, it's her favorite).
Moms do generally love chocolate, so if you've never got anything from Byrne and Carlson on State Street, I suggest getting your chocolate there. It's more than 3 Tugboats good, and you can even get the chocolate with flowers embedded in them:
As for the rest of the weekend, we'll probably be hitting the bars tonight, and I'll be celebrating the second of many 30th birthdays to come this year among my friends. It is one more step on the frightening countdown to Heather's and mine (on 9/30 and 11/10, respectively). We're not old, yet. (H: Shut up, we're not.)
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Finally, the weekend we've been waiting for.
If you've already forgotten, it's mother's day this weekend. If you want to be a good child and do something more than just show up (like me), here's some options.
If your mom's a geek, you could go see the new Star Trek movie. It's got action and young attractive men in it:
They even have it in IMAX
Besides, if she's a fan of Heroes she'll get to see Zachary Quinto in a role other than that of a super-powered serial killer. (H: Also, I saw it last night, and even as a non-Trekkie, I thought it was awesome. Hellooooooo James T. Kirk.)
Sunday will be cool, but nice, so a trip around downtown is never a bad idea. In particular, you could take her shopping around the many clothing and jewelry stores on Market and Congress streets, and have a stop at Annabelle's Ice Cream and take a walk around the docks to Prescott Park. As for me, my parents live in Raymond, so for ice cream we'll probably be taking a trip to Memories in Kingston (hey, it's her favorite).
Moms do generally love chocolate, so if you've never got anything from Byrne and Carlson on State Street, I suggest getting your chocolate there. It's more than 3 Tugboats good, and you can even get the chocolate with flowers embedded in them:
Yes, you are supposed to eat it.
As for the rest of the weekend, we'll probably be hitting the bars tonight, and I'll be celebrating the second of many 30th birthdays to come this year among my friends. It is one more step on the frightening countdown to Heather's and mine (on 9/30 and 11/10, respectively). We're not old, yet. (H: Shut up, we're not.)
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May Day!
We've been a little sporadic here at Market Squared-- probably because I'm a giant slacker and Jayson kept waiting for ME to actually write something (J: Actually I was using it as an excuse to also be a slacker). Because I'm so very deadline driven, we've come up with a schedule for this site. We plan to post every Tuesday and Friday, with little treats tossed in whenever we're so inclined.
I can FEEL your excitement, people.
So here we are, on the cusp of the weekend, and-- sadly-- it doesn't look like it contains any of the weather- related glory of last weekend.
Still, tonight you can take part of the monthly Art 'Round Town from 5-8, where you can stroll into local galleries, admire the art on the walls, and stuff your face full of free cheese and wine. It's pretty much my favorite thing to do in Portsmouth. If I wasn't going to see Bret Michaels tonight at the Hampton Beach Casino Ballroom, I'd be there in a heart beat. Alas, I can not resist the siren call of the Bandana-Man.
There's also an art show/ fundraiser over at Choozy Shoes/ Le Club Boutique. Click here for the brochure (you might need to squint a smidge).
Jayson will be playing tour guide this weekend, so he'll most likely be around town. As for me, after I absorb all the Poison one girl can handle, I'm headed to Foxborough to see the Dalai Lama at Gillette Stadium. I'll take plenty of pictures with my BRAND-SPANKING NEW camera (just purchased two hours ago) and post them under one of our new features, "Day Trips."
After all, we can not survive on one town alone.*
*Actually, we probably could, but who doesn't want to see Bret Michaels AND the 14th Incarnate of the Dalai Lama?
See you on Tuesday! (J: Unless we all die of the VERY REAL AND IMMINENT DANGER OF SWINE FLU!)
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I can FEEL your excitement, people.
So here we are, on the cusp of the weekend, and-- sadly-- it doesn't look like it contains any of the weather- related glory of last weekend.
Meh.
Still, tonight you can take part of the monthly Art 'Round Town from 5-8, where you can stroll into local galleries, admire the art on the walls, and stuff your face full of free cheese and wine. It's pretty much my favorite thing to do in Portsmouth. If I wasn't going to see Bret Michaels tonight at the Hampton Beach Casino Ballroom, I'd be there in a heart beat. Alas, I can not resist the siren call of the Bandana-Man.
There's also an art show/ fundraiser over at Choozy Shoes/ Le Club Boutique. Click here for the brochure (you might need to squint a smidge).
Jayson will be playing tour guide this weekend, so he'll most likely be around town. As for me, after I absorb all the Poison one girl can handle, I'm headed to Foxborough to see the Dalai Lama at Gillette Stadium. I'll take plenty of pictures with my BRAND-SPANKING NEW camera (just purchased two hours ago) and post them under one of our new features, "Day Trips."
After all, we can not survive on one town alone.*
*Actually, we probably could, but who doesn't want to see Bret Michaels AND the 14th Incarnate of the Dalai Lama?
They just have so much in common.
See you on Tuesday! (J: Unless we all die of the VERY REAL AND IMMINENT DANGER OF SWINE FLU!)
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Summer Preview
As we wrote about a few weeks ago, the "Decks" that line Bow and Ceres streets are now open. And since we, like most people, are starving for summer, this weekend and yesterday in particular have been absolutely fantastic (I mean, 90 degrees in April? Awesome.)
I went camping this weekend, but we managed to hit Poco's at least before I left. The most economical way to... ahem... "enjoy summer" there is through pitchers of their delicious (3 Tugboats) Sangria. One pitcher gave both of us two-and-a-half glasses.
We also ate. Poco's has the best balance of price, experience, and food when it comes to eating Mexican.(H:Unless you want fast food, in which we encourage going to Dos Amigos.) We'll be writing an awful lot about Poco's (it's one of our favorite places) so we'll pause on the food review for now.
A note about Ceres Street. We never call it Ceres Street. Instead, the entrance to the deck walkways was dubbed "Judgement Hill" by our third partner in crime, Kristi. It's called that because if you are waiting in line for (or sitting in) Poco's deck, you can see everyone who is coming down to enjoy the decks. And judge them. (J: Well, not me, I don't judge people. And if you believe that, I also have a bridge to sell you.)
Anyway, Tuesday's ridiculous temps saw the three of us rushing to get out of work and get down to Old Ferry Landing for their world* famous "Jimmy Juice", a drink with 3 kinds of rum that all other restaurants in Portsmouth have tried to replicate and give their own name to, but the original is still the best.
We didn't eat there this time, but Old Ferry Landing has the best fried seafood of all of the deck restaurants.
After downing the Jimmy Juice, we made our way across the now abandoned deck of what was the Stockpot. We've heard that a new restaurant will be there soon, but it still makes us sad, since the Stockpot's food was so good and perfect when you just wanted something simple or lunchable.
But the now barren deck leads you to the end of the deck row, at Harpoon Willy's. I had never been there before, and was not disappointed (J: Why? Because you can still smoke there!). The drinks were good, and the food (J and K: Fried haddock sandwich. H: Cheeseburger sliders.) was reasonable and hit the spot (1 Tugboat). But the selling point was that it has more of a "local" feel than the other places. If you need to escape the swarming tourists-- even if you are one--, go to Harpoon Willy's.
Sadly, the weather shifted overnight and robbed us of our summer preview. But have no fear, it will be here soon, and so will more deck-action.
*Well, our world anyway.
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I went camping this weekend, but we managed to hit Poco's at least before I left. The most economical way to... ahem... "enjoy summer" there is through pitchers of their delicious (3 Tugboats) Sangria. One pitcher gave both of us two-and-a-half glasses.
Sangria stems from the root word for "blood". Heather likes blood. (H: God, J-- way to make me sound SUPER creepy while glossing over what you REALLY did this weekend. That's fair. . . )
We also ate. Poco's has the best balance of price, experience, and food when it comes to eating Mexican.(H:Unless you want fast food, in which we encourage going to Dos Amigos.) We'll be writing an awful lot about Poco's (it's one of our favorite places) so we'll pause on the food review for now.
A note about Ceres Street. We never call it Ceres Street. Instead, the entrance to the deck walkways was dubbed "Judgement Hill" by our third partner in crime, Kristi. It's called that because if you are waiting in line for (or sitting in) Poco's deck, you can see everyone who is coming down to enjoy the decks. And judge them. (J: Well, not me, I don't judge people. And if you believe that, I also have a bridge to sell you.)
The hill isn't judging you, we are.
Anyway, Tuesday's ridiculous temps saw the three of us rushing to get out of work and get down to Old Ferry Landing for their world* famous "Jimmy Juice", a drink with 3 kinds of rum that all other restaurants in Portsmouth have tried to replicate and give their own name to, but the original is still the best.
If you cheers three Jimmy Juices together, Captain Morgan will appear. Like Captain Planet or Shazzan.
We didn't eat there this time, but Old Ferry Landing has the best fried seafood of all of the deck restaurants.
After downing the Jimmy Juice, we made our way across the now abandoned deck of what was the Stockpot. We've heard that a new restaurant will be there soon, but it still makes us sad, since the Stockpot's food was so good and perfect when you just wanted something simple or lunchable.
But the now barren deck leads you to the end of the deck row, at Harpoon Willy's. I had never been there before, and was not disappointed (J: Why? Because you can still smoke there!). The drinks were good, and the food (J and K: Fried haddock sandwich. H: Cheeseburger sliders.) was reasonable and hit the spot (1 Tugboat). But the selling point was that it has more of a "local" feel than the other places. If you need to escape the swarming tourists-- even if you are one--, go to Harpoon Willy's.
As an added bonus, it's well protected from wind and rain in an emergency.
Sadly, the weather shifted overnight and robbed us of our summer preview. But have no fear, it will be here soon, and so will more deck-action.
*Well, our world anyway.
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15 Seconds of Fame
Last night, Marketsquared had the privilege of presenting three awards at the 15th annual Spotlight Awards at the Portsmouth Music Hall. If you haven't been to the music hall in awhile, you really should go, as they've completely rebuilt the first floor into this ridiculously amazing bar that seems like something out of Pan's Labrynth. We didn't get any really good pictures of it, so stay tuned for a music hall review in the future.
Naturally, we dressed up.
We were graciously invited by Spotlight editor Jen Stevens (okay really Heather was invited, since she's a columnist for the Spotlight. Jayson was invited because he's her "platonic partner in crime"), and ended up presenting the last three awards - Best Production of a Play, Best Production of a Musical, and Best Rock Band (in our opinion, the best three categories ever). The full list of winners can be found here.
The Spotlight awards is voting-based, so you know that things aren't the manufactured opinions of some elite academy. We're very thankful for this, as it meant that the wildly entertaining "Gay Bride of Frankenstein" musical, written by Portsmouth natives and very clearly Broadway calibur, swept the awards ceremony. It's our deepest regret that we missed it while it was out, but luckily, we've been invited to the CD release party at the Muddy River on April 20th. Its creators include the famous Billy Butler, who now lives in New York but is a Portsmouth regular through and through (and had a great song about the reality of Portsmouth vs. Dover from last year's Spotlight awards).
The afterparty was also held at the Muddy River, with the stylings of Tim McCoy and the Papercuts.
Anyway, it was fun and a good taste of the culture Portsmouth has to offer, as well as a sobering look at how far our little town of 20,000+ is starting to reach. It also made us realize we really need to go out and see some more plays!
*A Sequin is like a Penguin from the Caribbean. Except, instead of being flightless birds, they are swimless fish. Go ahead. Look it up.
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Naturally, we dressed up.
No Sequins* were harmed in the making of Heather's dress
We were graciously invited by Spotlight editor Jen Stevens (okay really Heather was invited, since she's a columnist for the Spotlight. Jayson was invited because he's her "platonic partner in crime"), and ended up presenting the last three awards - Best Production of a Play, Best Production of a Musical, and Best Rock Band (in our opinion, the best three categories ever). The full list of winners can be found here.
(J): I was told "No Witty Banter" by Heather. Your loss.
The Spotlight awards is voting-based, so you know that things aren't the manufactured opinions of some elite academy. We're very thankful for this, as it meant that the wildly entertaining "Gay Bride of Frankenstein" musical, written by Portsmouth natives and very clearly Broadway calibur, swept the awards ceremony. It's our deepest regret that we missed it while it was out, but luckily, we've been invited to the CD release party at the Muddy River on April 20th. Its creators include the famous Billy Butler, who now lives in New York but is a Portsmouth regular through and through (and had a great song about the reality of Portsmouth vs. Dover from last year's Spotlight awards).
The afterparty was also held at the Muddy River, with the stylings of Tim McCoy and the Papercuts.
See Jenn, this is what I was really taking pictures of.
Anyway, it was fun and a good taste of the culture Portsmouth has to offer, as well as a sobering look at how far our little town of 20,000+ is starting to reach. It also made us realize we really need to go out and see some more plays!
*A Sequin is like a Penguin from the Caribbean. Except, instead of being flightless birds, they are swimless fish. Go ahead. Look it up.
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Liquor? I don't even know 'er!
You may have noticed Portsmouth has a lot of bars. Let's face it. People come here to go out and drink. And I say go out and drink because with the exception of a few wayward freshly 21-year-old coeds from UNH*, Portsmouth's alcohol scene is not about the drunkenness but about the atmosphere and the variety.
*(Heather: That's Jayson's favorite flavor. . .)
That of course doesn't mean we don't like to go out an occassionally get completely pissed. But although Strawberry Banke has its charm, it also reminds us we were founded by puritans, and honestly, I wonder when (if) we actually got over it.
Recently there's been a lot of hooplah over a few "incidents" at a few of the more popular bars in Portsmouth for doing a crazy thing like serving their patrons. The bottom line is that the bars are being held responsible for the intent and actions of the people that come there.
Whether it's arresting a server for serving someone under the magic "responsibility" age or costing a restaurant thousands because they don't have intoxication-sensing super robots, the reactionary, overzealous way that we as a state and a city confront the issue is baffling to me. We even go so far as naming the "offending" clerks in the media as if they are some sorts of pariahs for doing their jobs.
UPDATE: Here's another example of this ridiculousness (Thanks, Heather.)
Look, it's not the responsibility of a bar or store to not serve people. It's the responsibility of those people not to break the law. Luckily, a bill sponsored by Portsmouth Senator Martha Fuller Clark that was passed and is now moving through the House would change at least part of the law so that a bar must know that the person is intoxicated in order to be held responsible. Sure it's vague, but it's a start.
Of course, you start to understand where the problem stems from when you hear that the state's liquor law enforcement chief, Eddie Edwards (yes, that is his real name)** suggests that it's a better idea to limit everyone who drinks at a bar in portsmouth to one drink per hour. Seriously. That will fix the problem, and in the interim we can fine and arrest the people who decide to bar hop every 10 minutes.
Whether you think Portsmouth has an alcohol problem or not, I wish people would realize that they way to solve the problem is to stop treating alcohol as some terrifying taboo and educate people that like all things, it can be enjoyed in moderation... most of the time.
**(H:)William Carlos Williams feels your pain, Eddie.
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*(Heather: That's Jayson's favorite flavor. . .)
Don't be fooled by their delicious appearance!
That of course doesn't mean we don't like to go out an occassionally get completely pissed. But although Strawberry Banke has its charm, it also reminds us we were founded by puritans, and honestly, I wonder when (if) we actually got over it.
Recently there's been a lot of hooplah over a few "incidents" at a few of the more popular bars in Portsmouth for doing a crazy thing like serving their patrons. The bottom line is that the bars are being held responsible for the intent and actions of the people that come there.
Whether it's arresting a server for serving someone under the magic "responsibility" age or costing a restaurant thousands because they don't have intoxication-sensing super robots, the reactionary, overzealous way that we as a state and a city confront the issue is baffling to me. We even go so far as naming the "offending" clerks in the media as if they are some sorts of pariahs for doing their jobs.
UPDATE: Here's another example of this ridiculousness (Thanks, Heather.)
Look, it's not the responsibility of a bar or store to not serve people. It's the responsibility of those people not to break the law. Luckily, a bill sponsored by Portsmouth Senator Martha Fuller Clark that was passed and is now moving through the House would change at least part of the law so that a bar must know that the person is intoxicated in order to be held responsible. Sure it's vague, but it's a start.
Of course, you start to understand where the problem stems from when you hear that the state's liquor law enforcement chief, Eddie Edwards (yes, that is his real name)** suggests that it's a better idea to limit everyone who drinks at a bar in portsmouth to one drink per hour. Seriously. That will fix the problem, and in the interim we can fine and arrest the people who decide to bar hop every 10 minutes.
Whether you think Portsmouth has an alcohol problem or not, I wish people would realize that they way to solve the problem is to stop treating alcohol as some terrifying taboo and educate people that like all things, it can be enjoyed in moderation... most of the time.
**(H:)William Carlos Williams feels your pain, Eddie.
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In With the New
So I realize we apoligized for this last time, but really, sorry we haven't posted in nearly a week.
Between my moving to Cabot St. (that's all you're getting about my address) and the fiasco I had with Comcast, I haven't had the time or the internet access to be able to contribute any adventurous anecdotes or delicious decisions. So bear with us while we dump some of the events of the past week on you.
Last Thursday we made our first trek into Ri Ra's, the new "Irish Pub" located in the remains of the banks next to Breaking New Grounds. Since its opening on March 28th, it has been packed non-stop. We decided to finally take a look and revel in the realization that in our current economy, banks are closing and bars are opening in their place.
We got there, and it was seriously packed. I mean this packed:
But Jayson, how did you get UP there?
It took us approximately an hour and a half to get seated, but we had beer, so it was okay. To be fair, we also had eight people and showed up unannounced. So word to the wise, while the rush is on, make reservations.
Reading the menu while waiting.
But alas, I was eventually out of beer.
I was not aware at the time that Ri Ra's is a chain. It's somewhat like an Irish Margaritas of New England and the North Atlantic states. That fact makes its location and atmosphere a great addition to Market Square for the visiting tourist. The food was decent (around 2 Tugboats on average - their wings were delicious).
What was cool about RiRa's was its humungous open ceiling and the fact that some of the tables were set up in the vault and safety deposit box areas. There was also a small cover band playing there too. Perhaps in the future there'll be some local irish band playing there.
Dinner you can bank on! Hahaha! Hahaha... ha... ahhh...
The rest of our adventures will be posted soon. In the meantime, here's a reminder that MarketSquared will be presenting one of the awards at the 2009 Spotlight Awards at the Music Hall on April 16th!
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Between my moving to Cabot St. (that's all you're getting about my address) and the fiasco I had with Comcast, I haven't had the time or the internet access to be able to contribute any adventurous anecdotes or delicious decisions. So bear with us while we dump some of the events of the past week on you.
Last Thursday we made our first trek into Ri Ra's, the new "Irish Pub" located in the remains of the banks next to Breaking New Grounds. Since its opening on March 28th, it has been packed non-stop. We decided to finally take a look and revel in the realization that in our current economy, banks are closing and bars are opening in their place.
We got there, and it was seriously packed. I mean this packed:
But Jayson, how did you get UP there?
It took us approximately an hour and a half to get seated, but we had beer, so it was okay. To be fair, we also had eight people and showed up unannounced. So word to the wise, while the rush is on, make reservations.
Reading the menu while waiting.
But alas, I was eventually out of beer.
I was not aware at the time that Ri Ra's is a chain. It's somewhat like an Irish Margaritas of New England and the North Atlantic states. That fact makes its location and atmosphere a great addition to Market Square for the visiting tourist. The food was decent (around 2 Tugboats on average - their wings were delicious).
What was cool about RiRa's was its humungous open ceiling and the fact that some of the tables were set up in the vault and safety deposit box areas. There was also a small cover band playing there too. Perhaps in the future there'll be some local irish band playing there.
Dinner you can bank on! Hahaha! Hahaha... ha... ahhh...
The rest of our adventures will be posted soon. In the meantime, here's a reminder that MarketSquared will be presenting one of the awards at the 2009 Spotlight Awards at the Music Hall on April 16th!
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Just a reminder
This is where Jayson and I will be on Thursday Night.
Blue Mermaid
Benefit to support the Seacoast Science Center
Thursday, April 9th at the Blue Mermaid island grill
Present this to your server to indicate you are dining in support of the Seacoast Science Center
In return the Blue Mermaid will donate 10% of your dining proceeds.
For music lovers:
Tone Twins will be performing in the lounge 7:00-9:00 pm
An acoustic duo playing tunes from the 60's-today
Lunch begins at 11:30; Dinner is served from 5:00-9:00 pm
This offer is only valid on 4/9/09 and can not be combined with any other restaurant discounts or promotions.
More info: www.seacoastsciencecenter.org
Menu & Directions: www.bluemermaid.com
Seaocast Science Center, 570 Ocean Blvd., Rye, NH 03870
Phone: 603-436-8043 Fax 603-433-2235
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Blue Mermaid
Benefit to support the Seacoast Science Center
Thursday, April 9th at the Blue Mermaid island grill
Present this to your server to indicate you are dining in support of the Seacoast Science Center
In return the Blue Mermaid will donate 10% of your dining proceeds.
For music lovers:
Tone Twins will be performing in the lounge 7:00-9:00 pm
An acoustic duo playing tunes from the 60's-today
Lunch begins at 11:30; Dinner is served from 5:00-9:00 pm
This offer is only valid on 4/9/09 and can not be combined with any other restaurant discounts or promotions.
More info: www.seacoastsciencecenter.org
Menu & Directions: www.bluemermaid.com
Seaocast Science Center, 570 Ocean Blvd., Rye, NH 03870
Phone: 603-436-8043 Fax 603-433-2235
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A Second Helping
Dear Portsmouth—I’m sorry. We drifted off the face of the Earth for a while, and it’s mostly my fault. I had a rough week that didn’t really inspire motivation, and Jayson jetted off to San Francisco for a long weekend. It doesn’t mean we hadn’t been checking things out for you, it just means I was a lazy writer and a picture hog and Jayson was an evil abandoner* and—whatever, we’re back now.
Hooray!
On Tuesday, March 24th, I brought a bag full of clothing to Second Time Around, my favorite consignment shop in Portsmouth. I love that place. I use it mainly as a way to buy pricey jeans I could never afford otherwise, but I’ve also found great sweaters and coats and boots in there. It’s a good mix of high end and lower end, and the people who run the place have a good eye for what will sell. In fact, in just one week, two-thirds of my stuff is gone and I’m over $50 richer.
This is (sadly) not me.
Here’s how it works:
1. Call ahead and make an appointment to consign your stuff. Sometimes, especially around Christmas, they’re booked for a few weeks. Plan ahead.
2. Sift through your closets and find the quality stuff you don’t wear anymore. (Common sense says not to bring stuff that’s torn or stained unless that’s the way it’s supposed to be—just saying). Make sure it’s seasonal, or they won’t take it yet. I have a pile of sweaters in my closet that are just waiting for colder weather to come back (even though it hasn’t actually left yet.)
3. Bring it to the store at your scheduled time. Browse through the stuff they have while someone decides what’s worthy and what you should probably just donate to Planet Aide.
4. Receive your account number. Go home and register online, and you can see how much your stuff is going for and what’s already been sold. (This kind of feels like Christmas, actually.) You’re done!
You can get a check cut quarterly, or use your money as credit in the store at anytime. They take 60% of the sale, you get the rest. If it doesn’t sell quickly, it will go through a series of markdowns, and at the end of 3 months, you can either come collect what’s left or let them donate it to charity.
In the end, your wallet and your closet will thank you. So will the person who finds that dress that never fit you quite right but makes her feel like Cinderella. (There’s a guy section,too. It’s just much smaller.) And if you tell them I sent you, I get $20 as a referral reward, and *I* will thank you. Profusely.
*What? I’m codependent.
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Hooray!
On Tuesday, March 24th, I brought a bag full of clothing to Second Time Around, my favorite consignment shop in Portsmouth. I love that place. I use it mainly as a way to buy pricey jeans I could never afford otherwise, but I’ve also found great sweaters and coats and boots in there. It’s a good mix of high end and lower end, and the people who run the place have a good eye for what will sell. In fact, in just one week, two-thirds of my stuff is gone and I’m over $50 richer.
This is (sadly) not me.
Here’s how it works:
1. Call ahead and make an appointment to consign your stuff. Sometimes, especially around Christmas, they’re booked for a few weeks. Plan ahead.
2. Sift through your closets and find the quality stuff you don’t wear anymore. (Common sense says not to bring stuff that’s torn or stained unless that’s the way it’s supposed to be—just saying). Make sure it’s seasonal, or they won’t take it yet. I have a pile of sweaters in my closet that are just waiting for colder weather to come back (even though it hasn’t actually left yet.)
3. Bring it to the store at your scheduled time. Browse through the stuff they have while someone decides what’s worthy and what you should probably just donate to Planet Aide.
4. Receive your account number. Go home and register online, and you can see how much your stuff is going for and what’s already been sold. (This kind of feels like Christmas, actually.) You’re done!
You can get a check cut quarterly, or use your money as credit in the store at anytime. They take 60% of the sale, you get the rest. If it doesn’t sell quickly, it will go through a series of markdowns, and at the end of 3 months, you can either come collect what’s left or let them donate it to charity.
In the end, your wallet and your closet will thank you. So will the person who finds that dress that never fit you quite right but makes her feel like Cinderella. (There’s a guy section,too. It’s just much smaller.) And if you tell them I sent you, I get $20 as a referral reward, and *I* will thank you. Profusely.
*What? I’m codependent.
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A Not-Untypical Saturday Night
Awhile back, Heather noted that Saturdays seemed to increasingly be the day that our friends were choosing to take it easy and stay in. Like most things that everyone else is doing, however, we decided "screw that".
The night started out simple enough. We met our friend Brad (Heather's ex from about 10 years ago, and Jayson's long lost brother-in-arms from dating the same girl in high-school) at Breaking New Grounds, also known as the Grand Central Station of Portsmouth. If you can't find anywhere else you can find BNG. We decided to take an action shot for you readers just to see how seriously we were taking this "typical" night out.
Your Loving Authors
Before we begin, let us make one thing perfectly clear. We are not food critics. Our palates are not nearly as refined as the talented (J: and beautiful) Rachel Forrest. You will not get much out of us other than "it was okay", "it was good" or "oh my god this is the greatest thing I've ever put in my mouth".
However, realizing that our opinions were becoming increasingly important, we decided we need some kind of rating system. Loyal readers of Heather's column will remember our story about Tugboats, and so after a very short discussion, we decided that our rating system will consist of a number of Tugboats from one to three (respectively the very-non-innuendo-style quotations above). So, one Tugboat ("it was okay"), two Tugboats ("it was good"), or three Tugboats ("what did they say they put in their mouths?"). Got it? Good.
In honor of Retaurant Week which starts today, we decided to have a night out on the town and go to a place that at least one of us hadn't been. Our choice for dinner was The Black Trumpet Bistro on Ceres St. As a rule, we try to eat in the lounge or bar area of any restaurant we go to, as the atmosphere is generally more relaxed and you get to know the bartenders, waitstaff, and people much more closely. In the Black Trumpet's case, the lounge is upstairs and quite cozy, overlooking the water from a great angle.
The Black Trumpet staff did not disappoint. We showed up with reservations for three, but we were early by about 20 minutes. Without missing a beat, and knowing our request for an upstairs table, they had already prepared for it to be cleared. The people at our table lingered for a bit, which allowed us to sample some drinks from the bar beforehand.
The Black Trumpet Lounge
The Black Trumpet's menu changes with each season, and they have some daily options as well. We sampled some appetizers and put in our main courses immediately. Having a third person there was helpful, as it allowed us to try the Hake, the Duck, and the Lamb Shank all together. Brad got the Duck, which turned out to be absolutely fantastic (3 Tugboats). Jayson's Lamb Shank was really good ("2 Tugboats"), but outdone by the duck. Heather was so distracted by how good the duck was, she didn't comment much on her fish (1 Tugboat - see, it works!). We also snagged a good bottle of Pinot Noir (Canaletto) between the three of us.
Pinot Noir, and Heather
For dessert we shared the chocolate panna cotta between the three of us, which is somewhat like a delicious patty of chocolate mousse on a plate. It was very rich, but very light, which allowed us to actually finish it after being so stuffed. It was definitely 3 Tugboats good, however.
While there we learned some fascinating trivia. A Black Trumpet is actually a mushroom and happens to be the mushroom that is in the sauce that covers the restaurant's Fillet Mignon. The restaurant is great for cheese lovers, as their appetizer and dessert cheeses are numerous. Also, the building is said to be haunted (where were TAPS when we needed them?) and the ghosts like to do things like make wine glasses slide off the table and break. Really. It was the ghost. We swear.
Feeling dressed up with nowhere to go (except in Portsmouth of course), we decided to hit the Red Door, a martini bar that is, quite literally, signified by a red door next to Dos Amigos Burritos. Our luck wasn't running out, as the place was packed and there was clearly a bachelorette party present. Seriously - it was this busy:
Apologies to That Guy in the Front
Wondering why, we found out that world-renowned DJ David Ralph was in house. The Red Door has been known for bringing in talented DJs on Friday and Saturday nights from around the country, as well as providing an intimate venue for music through its Hush Hush Sweet Harlot music series. The thumping beats, delicious Red Door (Pomegranate) Martinis, and standard fare of familiar regulars and loosened dancers losing their inhibitions on the floor kept us entertained for the rest of the night, until it was time, as usual, for Rockband 2 until the wee hours of the morning.
Anyway, that's what happens when Saturday rolls around and no plans have yet been made. We love company, so if you're feeling the Saturday itch come along, feel free to email us. If there's anything to be learned about your contributors at Market Squared, it is that we don't idle well.
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The night started out simple enough. We met our friend Brad (Heather's ex from about 10 years ago, and Jayson's long lost brother-in-arms from dating the same girl in high-school) at Breaking New Grounds, also known as the Grand Central Station of Portsmouth. If you can't find anywhere else you can find BNG. We decided to take an action shot for you readers just to see how seriously we were taking this "typical" night out.
Your Loving Authors
Before we begin, let us make one thing perfectly clear. We are not food critics. Our palates are not nearly as refined as the talented (J: and beautiful) Rachel Forrest. You will not get much out of us other than "it was okay", "it was good" or "oh my god this is the greatest thing I've ever put in my mouth".
However, realizing that our opinions were becoming increasingly important, we decided we need some kind of rating system. Loyal readers of Heather's column will remember our story about Tugboats, and so after a very short discussion, we decided that our rating system will consist of a number of Tugboats from one to three (respectively the very-non-innuendo-style quotations above). So, one Tugboat ("it was okay"), two Tugboats ("it was good"), or three Tugboats ("what did they say they put in their mouths?"). Got it? Good.
In honor of Retaurant Week which starts today, we decided to have a night out on the town and go to a place that at least one of us hadn't been. Our choice for dinner was The Black Trumpet Bistro on Ceres St. As a rule, we try to eat in the lounge or bar area of any restaurant we go to, as the atmosphere is generally more relaxed and you get to know the bartenders, waitstaff, and people much more closely. In the Black Trumpet's case, the lounge is upstairs and quite cozy, overlooking the water from a great angle.
The Black Trumpet staff did not disappoint. We showed up with reservations for three, but we were early by about 20 minutes. Without missing a beat, and knowing our request for an upstairs table, they had already prepared for it to be cleared. The people at our table lingered for a bit, which allowed us to sample some drinks from the bar beforehand.
The Black Trumpet Lounge
The Black Trumpet's menu changes with each season, and they have some daily options as well. We sampled some appetizers and put in our main courses immediately. Having a third person there was helpful, as it allowed us to try the Hake, the Duck, and the Lamb Shank all together. Brad got the Duck, which turned out to be absolutely fantastic (3 Tugboats). Jayson's Lamb Shank was really good ("2 Tugboats"), but outdone by the duck. Heather was so distracted by how good the duck was, she didn't comment much on her fish (1 Tugboat - see, it works!). We also snagged a good bottle of Pinot Noir (Canaletto) between the three of us.
Pinot Noir, and Heather
For dessert we shared the chocolate panna cotta between the three of us, which is somewhat like a delicious patty of chocolate mousse on a plate. It was very rich, but very light, which allowed us to actually finish it after being so stuffed. It was definitely 3 Tugboats good, however.
While there we learned some fascinating trivia. A Black Trumpet is actually a mushroom and happens to be the mushroom that is in the sauce that covers the restaurant's Fillet Mignon. The restaurant is great for cheese lovers, as their appetizer and dessert cheeses are numerous. Also, the building is said to be haunted (where were TAPS when we needed them?) and the ghosts like to do things like make wine glasses slide off the table and break. Really. It was the ghost. We swear.
Feeling dressed up with nowhere to go (except in Portsmouth of course), we decided to hit the Red Door, a martini bar that is, quite literally, signified by a red door next to Dos Amigos Burritos. Our luck wasn't running out, as the place was packed and there was clearly a bachelorette party present. Seriously - it was this busy:
Apologies to That Guy in the Front
Wondering why, we found out that world-renowned DJ David Ralph was in house. The Red Door has been known for bringing in talented DJs on Friday and Saturday nights from around the country, as well as providing an intimate venue for music through its Hush Hush Sweet Harlot music series. The thumping beats, delicious Red Door (Pomegranate) Martinis, and standard fare of familiar regulars and loosened dancers losing their inhibitions on the floor kept us entertained for the rest of the night, until it was time, as usual, for Rockband 2 until the wee hours of the morning.
Anyway, that's what happens when Saturday rolls around and no plans have yet been made. We love company, so if you're feeling the Saturday itch come along, feel free to email us. If there's anything to be learned about your contributors at Market Squared, it is that we don't idle well.
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Happy St. Patty's Day
Jayson and I are live blogging from the Coat of Arms RIGHT NOW. Sure it's a British bar, "foe" of Irish pubs, but whatever. It's where we love and so here we are.
AND RACHEL IS HERE!!!! (Rachel Cole, nurse extraordinaire, and our mutual friend of two years - she asked to be mentioned personally).
It's only 7:30pm, and already people are being turned away. Granted, we don't have much perspective on what it's like out there right now, but it is clearly happening in here.
St. Patty's at the Coat
Jayson says: I was considering going to Boston, but honestly, St. Patrick's Day is about home, friends, and family. Even the Boston PD thinks so. So we're thankful that we have such friends and family to spend the holiday where everyone's Irish (okay, Jayson's Irish and Heather is Scottish). (H: FALSE! My great-grandmother is an O'Sullivan.)
We came here specifically because our friend Chris Cote of The Johnnies has played here every year for quite awhile. While the Johnnies themselves are not an Irish band, they play the classics quite well. (H: My favorite is "Holy Ground", which I pretend is about me, even though it's about a brothel.)
Chris Cote and Les Coates
There's still no word on Ri Ra, the new Irish Pub on Market Square. It had intended to open on St. Patrick's day, but a hangup in customers prevented that from happening (lame). (H: Jayson is blogging while drinking. He meant "customs." Clearly.)
Anyway, we're starting to feel the liquor, so we'll give you more info tomorrow!
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AND RACHEL IS HERE!!!! (Rachel Cole, nurse extraordinaire, and our mutual friend of two years - she asked to be mentioned personally).
It's only 7:30pm, and already people are being turned away. Granted, we don't have much perspective on what it's like out there right now, but it is clearly happening in here.
St. Patty's at the Coat
Jayson says: I was considering going to Boston, but honestly, St. Patrick's Day is about home, friends, and family. Even the Boston PD thinks so. So we're thankful that we have such friends and family to spend the holiday where everyone's Irish (okay, Jayson's Irish and Heather is Scottish). (H: FALSE! My great-grandmother is an O'Sullivan.)
We came here specifically because our friend Chris Cote of The Johnnies has played here every year for quite awhile. While the Johnnies themselves are not an Irish band, they play the classics quite well. (H: My favorite is "Holy Ground", which I pretend is about me, even though it's about a brothel.)
Chris Cote and Les Coates
There's still no word on Ri Ra, the new Irish Pub on Market Square. It had intended to open on St. Patrick's day, but a hangup in customers prevented that from happening (lame). (H: Jayson is blogging while drinking. He meant "customs." Clearly.)
Anyway, we're starting to feel the liquor, so we'll give you more info tomorrow!
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I'm excited! Ghost Hunters does Star Island!
This is our first news-story repost! I expect this will be happening quite often, with me reposting the (interesting) arts and entertainment stories and Jayson reposting the (boring) political pieces.
Anyway, here's my pick for today:
‘Ghost Hunters’ episode at Star Island airs Wednesday
When I was 9, I spent a week on Star Island, which isn't a terribly common thing to do. I was fascinated with the history of the Shoals-- stories of a woman who hid in a cave and accidentally smothered her baby, the murders on nearby Smuttynose, tales of pirate treasure. It doesn't surprise me that Ghost Hunters might think it's an appropriate place to visit.
What does surprise me is that it occured so soon after their last visit to Portsmouth, when they investigated the Portsmouth Harbor Lighthouse. That episode aired just last fall. Let's hope they don't get freaked out again by the siren from Memorial Bridge. Annoying, yes. Spooky? Not so much.
Anyway, tune in, set your DVR, or catch it while it lasts on the Ghost Hunter's Website. The show is on Wednesday at 9 on the Sci-FI channel.
Don't turn out the lights.
Preview!
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Anyway, here's my pick for today:
‘Ghost Hunters’ episode at Star Island airs Wednesday
When I was 9, I spent a week on Star Island, which isn't a terribly common thing to do. I was fascinated with the history of the Shoals-- stories of a woman who hid in a cave and accidentally smothered her baby, the murders on nearby Smuttynose, tales of pirate treasure. It doesn't surprise me that Ghost Hunters might think it's an appropriate place to visit.
What does surprise me is that it occured so soon after their last visit to Portsmouth, when they investigated the Portsmouth Harbor Lighthouse. That episode aired just last fall. Let's hope they don't get freaked out again by the siren from Memorial Bridge. Annoying, yes. Spooky? Not so much.
Anyway, tune in, set your DVR, or catch it while it lasts on the Ghost Hunter's Website. The show is on Wednesday at 9 on the Sci-FI channel.
Don't turn out the lights.
Preview!
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Moe's 50th Anniversary!
Heather and I were downtown today in one of the first beautiful spring days in Portsmouth we've had so far. After some hefty pre-Saint Patrick's day partying the night before, I didn't get up until... lunch time. Needless to say the weather and the hunger made us jonesing for a Moe's Italian Sandwich*.
That's when we saw these signs:
Moe's 50th Anniversary Specials
Apparently, this year is Moe's 50th year in operation, and they have some pretty special deals going. First off, Laura from WHEB's Greg and the Morning Buzz will be hosting a series of birthday parties for the restaurant from one location each Friday from now until May 15th from 11am-1pm.
In addition, on May 16th ALL Moe's locations will be having a "Remember When" price on their sandwiches... only 45 cents! That is apparently the price they were back when they opened.
Anyway, we saw it and wanted to spread the word. Get your Moe's on!
*Heather's Moe's: Original, no onions, no green peppers, mayo.
*Jayson's Moe's: Original, pickles and peppers, oil.
What's yours?
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That's when we saw these signs:
Moe's 50th Anniversary Specials
Apparently, this year is Moe's 50th year in operation, and they have some pretty special deals going. First off, Laura from WHEB's Greg and the Morning Buzz will be hosting a series of birthday parties for the restaurant from one location each Friday from now until May 15th from 11am-1pm.
In addition, on May 16th ALL Moe's locations will be having a "Remember When" price on their sandwiches... only 45 cents! That is apparently the price they were back when they opened.
Anyway, we saw it and wanted to spread the word. Get your Moe's on!
*Heather's Moe's: Original, no onions, no green peppers, mayo.
*Jayson's Moe's: Original, pickles and peppers, oil.
What's yours?
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Market Squared Reviews: Why We Love the Coat
The one thing about Portsmouth you will quickly realize if you haven't lived here long is that there are a lot of bars and restaurants. And by a lot, we mean a metric quadrillion. We've lived here for years and we still haven't been to all of them.
But even in the face of our town's wonderous culinary and sprituous opportunities, everyone needs their out-of-the-way hole-in-the-wall to get away from the day, meet up with friends, and enjoy a pint where "everybody knows your name". In Portsmouth, nothing accomplishes this task better than The Coat of Arms British Pub on Fleet Street.
A typical night at the Coat of Arms.
Referred to by regulars as "The Coat" (or by Jayson's friends as "The Winchester" - if you've ever seen Shawn of The Dead you'll understand), this oasis from the rat-race lovingly refers to itself as "Your Living Room" on its Myspace page.
The entrance to the Coat is tucked away across from the parking garage and Gilly's burger trailer on Fleet, and is very unassuming. You may spot a collection of smokers standing outside, even in the bitter cold. (H- This can be intimidating. Just pretend they're not judging you and you should be able to wade through them just fine.)
One walk up the green-carpeted stairs brings you into a bar that seems much smaller than it actually is at first. Depending on the night, you may be greeted by Mark Adams, the manager and "Lord Regeant of the Known Universe." And if you meet him, you'll believe it. (H- I've never heard this claim, but I suppose it could be true. . . )
The atmosphere of the Coat is a mix between a secret underground location in London and a cozy refuge from reality with a roaring fireplace in the winter (which came in very handy when the Coat was one of the only bars in Portsmouth with power during this December's ice storm), a jukebox that will range from playing pop-of-the-day to old school punk rock depending on the clientel, and the best beer list in all of Portsmouth. (J: it's one of the only places around you can get the English Dry Cider "Strongbow", my favorite).
There's plenty of wise-cracks about bland British food, but the Coat's menu is also one of the best in Portsmouth. It's a comfort food place, with everything from Fish and Chips to Shepherd's Pie to Bangers and Mash. But our favorite there is the Curry Chicken Pita, which is quite possibly the greatest comfort food ever made. They also switch up their specials regularly (the best we've had was the Salmon dinner and the corned beef and cream cheese sandwich. )
The Coat is a bar for locals. There is a variety of clientel, ranging from the few real Brits in po-town, to tried-and-true townies* who took refuge here after the fall of the Elvis Room. You'll also get the occasional wanderer-in, the lone grad student doing work on the Coat's free Wifi, or the extremely regular Dart League (who we think we've seen there having their own tournaments at least two or three times per week, but since they're such a part of the scenery, we don't really notice and so cannot confirm this).
And speaking of Darts, the Coat also has the classically complicated, oddly different billiards game known as Snooker, which is free to play on Monday nights. (If anyone figures this game out, let us know. The rules are on the backs of the menus, but we're still confounded. Why so many red balls? Why?) There's also a pile of games in the corner if you feel like wiling the night away, including trivial pursuit, and if no one has stolen the cards, our favorite addiction, UNO.
The Coat is actually a pretty large place, and there's room on some nights for local music acts. The bar is usually packed on "pint nights", or Tuesdays and Thursday nights, where their variety of drafts are only $2.95 until 9pm. Also, the place fills up quickly on the weekends, so if you want a table, get there relatively early. This includes Sunday nights, when there's team trivia.
We love the Coat because it is Portsmouth. If we don't go there for awhile, we feel like we're neglecting a friend. It's our home away from home, and it will always stay that way.
*We don't claim to be true townies-- both of us grew up AROUND here and not in Portsmouth proper. But you'd be hard pressed to find people who love this town more, so, for the record-- we use and adopt this term with love.
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But even in the face of our town's wonderous culinary and sprituous opportunities, everyone needs their out-of-the-way hole-in-the-wall to get away from the day, meet up with friends, and enjoy a pint where "everybody knows your name". In Portsmouth, nothing accomplishes this task better than The Coat of Arms British Pub on Fleet Street.
A typical night at the Coat of Arms.
Referred to by regulars as "The Coat" (or by Jayson's friends as "The Winchester" - if you've ever seen Shawn of The Dead you'll understand), this oasis from the rat-race lovingly refers to itself as "Your Living Room" on its Myspace page.
The entrance to the Coat is tucked away across from the parking garage and Gilly's burger trailer on Fleet, and is very unassuming. You may spot a collection of smokers standing outside, even in the bitter cold. (H- This can be intimidating. Just pretend they're not judging you and you should be able to wade through them just fine.)
One walk up the green-carpeted stairs brings you into a bar that seems much smaller than it actually is at first. Depending on the night, you may be greeted by Mark Adams, the manager and "Lord Regeant of the Known Universe." And if you meet him, you'll believe it. (H- I've never heard this claim, but I suppose it could be true. . . )
The atmosphere of the Coat is a mix between a secret underground location in London and a cozy refuge from reality with a roaring fireplace in the winter (which came in very handy when the Coat was one of the only bars in Portsmouth with power during this December's ice storm), a jukebox that will range from playing pop-of-the-day to old school punk rock depending on the clientel, and the best beer list in all of Portsmouth. (J: it's one of the only places around you can get the English Dry Cider "Strongbow", my favorite).
There's plenty of wise-cracks about bland British food, but the Coat's menu is also one of the best in Portsmouth. It's a comfort food place, with everything from Fish and Chips to Shepherd's Pie to Bangers and Mash. But our favorite there is the Curry Chicken Pita, which is quite possibly the greatest comfort food ever made. They also switch up their specials regularly (the best we've had was the Salmon dinner and the corned beef and cream cheese sandwich. )
The Coat is a bar for locals. There is a variety of clientel, ranging from the few real Brits in po-town, to tried-and-true townies* who took refuge here after the fall of the Elvis Room. You'll also get the occasional wanderer-in, the lone grad student doing work on the Coat's free Wifi, or the extremely regular Dart League (who we think we've seen there having their own tournaments at least two or three times per week, but since they're such a part of the scenery, we don't really notice and so cannot confirm this).
And speaking of Darts, the Coat also has the classically complicated, oddly different billiards game known as Snooker, which is free to play on Monday nights. (If anyone figures this game out, let us know. The rules are on the backs of the menus, but we're still confounded. Why so many red balls? Why?) There's also a pile of games in the corner if you feel like wiling the night away, including trivial pursuit, and if no one has stolen the cards, our favorite addiction, UNO.
The Coat is actually a pretty large place, and there's room on some nights for local music acts. The bar is usually packed on "pint nights", or Tuesdays and Thursday nights, where their variety of drafts are only $2.95 until 9pm. Also, the place fills up quickly on the weekends, so if you want a table, get there relatively early. This includes Sunday nights, when there's team trivia.
We love the Coat because it is Portsmouth. If we don't go there for awhile, we feel like we're neglecting a friend. It's our home away from home, and it will always stay that way.
*We don't claim to be true townies-- both of us grew up AROUND here and not in Portsmouth proper. But you'd be hard pressed to find people who love this town more, so, for the record-- we use and adopt this term with love.
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