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Sporogenesis
Aug. 31st, 2008 10:03 pmThe Harvard Square T stop has been festooned with a colorful ad campaign for Spore. They're like the iPod ads — black silhouettes against bright backgrounds — but instead of dancing hipsters there are hundreds and hundreds of little buggy aliens, and bold-face slogans like IS MY BATTLE CRY DIFFERENT ENOUGH FROM MY NON-BATTLE CRY? and GIVE ME YOUR CITY HALL.
We ate two of the four burgers available at Four Burgers in Central Square, the turkey and the veggie. (Also available: salmon and regular.) Tasty burgers, crispy fries, friendly staff, but they've only been there for three months, and still have some bugs to work out: the cash register was locked, there was confusion about which bottled root beers they had in stock, food was delivered to the wrong tables. Still, I'd recommend them for a solid burger experience, and they earn points for being ostentatiously green and sustainable about everything, and for the most up-front restaurant name in Boston. (Least up-front: Friendly's.)
Productive evening in Diesel, filling three pages of my Moleskine, on three subjects that needed thinking about. Solved half a dozen little snags. Moved up in seating quality three times, but did not reach the apex of seating: the squishy black leather chair in the corner. Did not flirt.
We ate two of the four burgers available at Four Burgers in Central Square, the turkey and the veggie. (Also available: salmon and regular.) Tasty burgers, crispy fries, friendly staff, but they've only been there for three months, and still have some bugs to work out: the cash register was locked, there was confusion about which bottled root beers they had in stock, food was delivered to the wrong tables. Still, I'd recommend them for a solid burger experience, and they earn points for being ostentatiously green and sustainable about everything, and for the most up-front restaurant name in Boston. (Least up-front: Friendly's.)
Productive evening in Diesel, filling three pages of my Moleskine, on three subjects that needed thinking about. Solved half a dozen little snags. Moved up in seating quality three times, but did not reach the apex of seating: the squishy black leather chair in the corner. Did not flirt.
