Picking a spot for dinner is sometimes more of a drag than a
delight. Having to nitpick over menus, make compromises, accommodate allergies
and diet regimens and weirdo food hang-ups … before you know it, those pangs
of hunger are superseded by pains in your ass.
Thank the food gods for the Beacon Street Tavern, where
there truly is something for everyone, from a big-screen TV for sports
fanatics, to late-night drinking and music amid the Nite Cap Lounge’s velvet
booths for your trendoid lounge-lizard companions, to foodie-friendly entrées
like seared duck breast with roasted sweet potatoes, sautéed fiddleheads, and
Madeira jus ($20) or pan-seared monkfish with coconut jasmine rice, watercress,
and curried mussels ($18.75). Throw in one of the best patios in the city (soon
to be open for three seasons thanks to an awning and heaters), and this joint
is jumpin’ — for everyone.
Prefer your edible Sox-watching accompaniments to be more
sophisticated than standard sports-bar fare? Beacon Street Tavern knocks it out
of the park. Forgo Fenway Franks on game nights for some oysters on the half
shell ($2 each), the moules frites with extra Iggy’s sourdough rolls for
broth-dipping purposes ($11.75), or the baked cheese crepes with fontina,
mozzarella, aged pecorino romano, Granny Smith apples, and toasted hazelnuts
($11). If you still have room, try their tres leches cake with caramel rum
sauce and coconut whipped cream ($9) for dessert, and, of course, since it’s
not a ballgame without booze, explore the tavern’s expansive wine and beer
list.
Ah, the taste of compromise. So sweet.
