Record snowfall, burst pipes and flooded kitchens couldn't keep away scores of newly badged Elites from a night of hot jazz, cold sippers and southern-fried delights at Darryl's Corner Bar & Kitchen.
A members-only affair, Boston's best left the SO's at home and BFF's behind to mix and mingle with other yelpers of the '11 squad. Dim lighting and soothing sounds from Elevation Theory set the tone for a laid back evening, replete with masterfully crafted Bulldog Gin cocktails – the gingery Mule and a juniper spin on the greyhound kissed with blood orange bitters. And for the barley faithful, Sam Adams provided eight varieties of their award-winning brew, from Blackberry Witbier to Noble Pils.
Morning floods and blown-off valve handles didn't stop Darryl's kitchen from providing the goods. Platter after finger-licking platter of crispy fried chicken, catfish fingers with remoulade, miniature crab cakes, beet salad and pulled pork sliders with vinegar slaw made for extended moments of silence. And the poultry two ways? Dorise G "never eats chicken wings on a first date for a reason – zero restraint. Country fried or peach chili, you couldn't lose."
We also took a few minutes and tipped a few 40s to the lexicon's losers of yesteryear: chillax, totes, redonkulous, smoosh and literally will no longer be found in Boston's reviews. Find Valhalla, o vexed verbal villains!
An extra-special thanks to the staff at Darryl's for keeping their cool and hosting one hell of an event in the wake of a winter freeze disaster. The plethora of five star reviews, along with grateful attendees on Talk, carry the same sentiment and Tatsu says it with pictures. See you come February!
Professor Plum. In Darryl's. With a Bull Hound (two cherries)-