A Unique Harvard Square Burger Joint

At 1246 Massachusetts Avenue, right next to the Harvard Book Store, is Mr. Bartley’s Burger Cottage. A perennial recipient of “Best of Boston” awards from The Boston Globe, The Improper Bostonian, and Boston Magazine, the food has been praised by The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, Esquire, and The Food Network. The laundry list of celebrity customers and fans includes Johnny Cash, Jaqueline Onasis, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Bill Belichick, Al Pacino, Adam Sandler and Katie Couric.

Leaving all the hype aside, here’s my extremely short review. First, the burgers are very good, slightly too big but made with great ingredients and cooked very well. Second, the onion rings are excellent. Third, the frappes/milkshakes are very, very, VERY good. Fourth, the decor is a kind of intellectual grunge.

Mrs. Bartley is a real professional and very nice too.

Drop by if you’re in the area. It’s worth the stop.

Intersection Question

As physical places we take these junctures completely for granted. They’re everywhere. We think nothing of them. Yet, what about mental intersections? Our “should I” “shouldn’t I” moments. I’m not sure we pay these nearly enough attention.

Street Portraits On An Afternoon Walk

I often try to get an afternoon walk in for some exercise. Today the route was in the vicinity of Washington Street, meandering along its feeder roads. There’s a well respected homeless shelter called Saint Francis House along the route I took today. It’s not unusual to find clients of the facility standing outside its front door. These two men were there as I passed by.

“Men at Work” (It’s all about the Context.)

When I first saw these three guys, my first thought was that a tight cropping of the group emphasizing their orange uniforms would be fun. However, as I got closer, the colorful jumble of colors and shapes was very striking. I didn’t come in as close as I had originally intended and the resulting image is before you.

On Growing Old and Dying

Standing at the door of death isn’t pleasant. It’s filled with pain, regret and an uneasy feeling you’d rather not be there. Everyone on this small rock we humans call home will die. It’s a given…but, all things being equal I’d rather sit by the water and look at birds.