So one suspiciously cloudless Sunday, we went into Boston for brunch at Marliave.
We ate at Marliave when it first reopened last year; this was the first time we'd been able to sit out on the patio.
A less optimistic diner might say the patio is marred for being down a narrow side-street with a view of trash cans and the back of the Omni Parker hotel. But its location also means you get the rare experience of sitting outside a restaurant in downtown Boston in relative peace: no traffic, no pedestrians.

Marliave has a nice cocktail menu, with simple ingredients used wisely. Here's the Waterloo (Bombay Sapphire, champagne, lemon, sugar):

But don't worry; cocktails aside, we had a very healthy lunch. The Boy went for prosciutto-wrapped figs stuffed with blue cheese (with salad! See, salad!).

And I got the deconstructed Niçoise, which was small but perfectly formed, every ingredient joyfully at the peak of its flavor:

So, see? Healthy. Salad.
Okay, so we had dessert. The Boy had the Boston Cream Pie (light and airy, yet rich and decadent).

And I tried scoops of the ginger and lavender ice cream. They were good, but for my preference not explosive enough; I was hoping for pepper in the former and bright floral in the latter. Still, pretty.

And that was it. A reasonably healthy brunch. Vegetables, etc.
What? Hiding something? Me?
Oh, okay. There may have been an appetizer. The rarebit.
It may have involved a small amount of cheese and just a sprinkle of bacon.

There may have been a need for thick slices of toast to mop it up.

(Quick, over here! Salad!)

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