Cavernous ambiance.
A touch of France.
A struggling-artist-meets-sexy-clubhouse feel.
No, we’re not talking about your first apartment. We’re talking about what a couple of Aquitaine alums are bringing to Kendall Square tomorrow.
So drink in your first look at West Bridge, a new decompression chamber for prosecco on tap and duck breast, opening tomorrow in Cambridge.
Named after a Longfellow poem about a West Boston bridge (which you now know as Longfellow Bridge), this is the kind of stripped-down, industrial-y gathering room where Matisse would have held dinner parties after a long day of drinking and painting (but mostly drinking).
Start by grabbing a few work comrades, taking a seat on an oversized leather sofa and absorbing the exposed steel piping and thick rope with several Conant’s Islands (house-infused cucumber vodka, rice wine vinegar, green Tabasco). Then, grab a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows or the farm-table-ish private dining room out back, and get to work on the France–meets–New England menu. Think: line-caught Atlantic seared cod, grilled venison dusted with sumac and shareable platters of lamb shoulder (the sexiest part of lamb).
And in a couple of weeks, you’ll be able to grab a post-dinner pint on the 40-seat outdoor patio.
Just like Longfellow intended.
A touch of France.
A struggling-artist-meets-sexy-clubhouse feel.
No, we’re not talking about your first apartment. We’re talking about what a couple of Aquitaine alums are bringing to Kendall Square tomorrow.
So drink in your first look at West Bridge, a new decompression chamber for prosecco on tap and duck breast, opening tomorrow in Cambridge.
Named after a Longfellow poem about a West Boston bridge (which you now know as Longfellow Bridge), this is the kind of stripped-down, industrial-y gathering room where Matisse would have held dinner parties after a long day of drinking and painting (but mostly drinking).
Start by grabbing a few work comrades, taking a seat on an oversized leather sofa and absorbing the exposed steel piping and thick rope with several Conant’s Islands (house-infused cucumber vodka, rice wine vinegar, green Tabasco). Then, grab a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows or the farm-table-ish private dining room out back, and get to work on the France–meets–New England menu. Think: line-caught Atlantic seared cod, grilled venison dusted with sumac and shareable platters of lamb shoulder (the sexiest part of lamb).
And in a couple of weeks, you’ll be able to grab a post-dinner pint on the 40-seat outdoor patio.
Just like Longfellow intended.
