On a cool rainy day, there’s not much better than cozying up with a knit blanket, a steaming cup of tea, and a good book. Except when you look down, the cup of tea has turned into a margarita, the blanket is a pulled pork sandwich, and the book is...still a book. Different comforts, but the same results. Punk & Poet in South Boston, might remind you of your prestigious but cool grandfather’s study; paper lined walls, tall bookshelves peppered with novels and poetry, plaid patterned seat backings. But the rebel, the renegade in you gravitates to the bar and orders a spicy sweet tequila concoction.
We are always on the market for comfort. The notion of being uncomfortable in a dining setting brings about thoughts of stuffy, white glove service and minuscule greens daintily placed on a silver platter. On the other hand, comfort in a dining setting brings thoughts of curling up on a bar stool with a paperback novel, a warm and hearty, oversized meal with a cocktail in hand who’s ice might keep your hand cool but who’s contents fire up your insides. The Punk & Poet gives you feels that the righteous-badass-rocker in you sometimes needs a place to let loose, and maybe recite a few lines of beautifully worded poetry to his or her righteous-badass-rocker boyfriend or girlfriend.
OK as we were saying, P&P aims to bring comfort to guests; with a sweetly spiked cocktail, a buttery burger, or a leather bound book, comfort will be served. And we started with, a dish that can fall into no other category other than comfort food, Macaroni and Cheese. We have all had our fair share of mac. We’ve had mom’s mac at home, EZ Mac in college (never again) and everything in between.
But go ahead and add this mac, right up top on your Mac travels list. Traditional macaroni in a deliciously buttery, ooey-gooey melty four cheese sauce (yes, four!). And we all know that the best kind of mac has a little crumble on top. However, Punk & Poet uses flakey/crunchy potato chips for the crumblecust on top. The perfect velvety smooth cheese, with just the right amount of buttery crunch.
Our next comfort came in between two buns (hehe, we love that every time). Two sesame seeded brioche buns do their best to hold together the massive pile of slow braised, juicy and succulent BBQ pulled pork. Those are some strong buns, because we all know how weighted pulled pork can get, and nothing's worse than soggy buns (these buns? They held up). To add fuel to the fire, crispy fried onion strings and cuts of hugely thick bacon rest in there with all the good stuff. Hand cut and seasoned fries on the side make for a complete comfort meal.
Finish it all off with a sweet and a spicy cocktail, alongside a leather bound book and you’ve got yourself an ideal comfortable situation. So let your inner punk out for some yummy food, and let your inner poet recite some E. E. Cummings.
Thank you to the Punk & Poet for so graciously hosting and feeding our Buns. We can’t come back to Boston without swinging through again. You will see our buns again soon!
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