Good old Davis

I spoke with someone last week who had still yet to go to Davis Square. I pray, for your sake, that you are not that person. With that assumption, this week I decided to write a letter home to let dear ol' mum and dad know exactly what there is to do around the town when I'm not having tea and crumpets with my professors, cause I do that all the time...



Second Stop: Davis Square



Dear Pretty Mother and Strong Father,

Greetings from suburban Boston, which I assure you is quite different from suburban Chicago; they have six way traffic stops here. But besides from the funny Bostonian people who don't know how to drive, the food is feisty, the entertainment feistier, and the eligible bachelors even _ Ahem. Sure, I've been going to mass every Sunday at the College Ave Methodist Church. I'm not Christian you say? Well, I guess we're just going to be passing 'judgments' right and left here aren't we?

A place that is welcoming to all though, that is, if you're an alternative, left-minded tree hugger, would have to be the Someday Caf?©. With cozy couches and homemade whip cream, Mother, I do declare, you may have to pass up the Starbucks down the street for this artsy find.

Now, I know this may seem ironic considering all the time I've spent daydreaming while scrubbing the kitchen floor, but there really is a store called Poor Little Rich Girl. It's a re-sale clothing boutique that has all types of refinements like Culture Club color by number clocks and clothing that you might have worn when you were still young. I mean, when you weren't old. Can you see me burying my head right now?

Oh and you'll never believe it but there's actually a store that smells like Grandma and Grandpa's basement! Disc Diggers, which houses an assortment of tapes and CD's, but alas no vinyl. It has used and new CD's at simply the most affordable prices. Although to my dismay, unlike its music neighbor down the next block, CD Spins, it did not have explicit post cards including "Jail Bait Street _ she belonged to every boy in the gang" or "Pit Stop Nympho." Yes, I too was shocked.

I know you were worried that I wasn't doing enough reading between my five classes, and my 3,000 page Norton Anthology for my English class alone, so I've been going to the book store they have in Davis as well. Buck a Book, is famous around here for its, um, extremely narrow, watch-out-if-you-walk-down-the-wrong-aisle-you-might-miss-the-books-entirely, collection of literature. However, The Mcintyre & Moore Booksellers which services the used book store community can more than make up for the lack of quality fodder.

It's funny, I know that I have this meal plan thingy _ but that just makes me want to eat out more. Yes, Father, in biology I did learn that money does not, in fact, grow on trees or anywhere else that I could easily get at it. That's why I go to the Blue Shirt Caf?© and get smoothies. Oh glorious smoothies how I love you so! But when I want a real man's meal, I got to RedBones. Ruff! Diva, for Indian foods is also quite dynamic.



Well, unfortunately, I'm once again late for class. No, really I'm not kidding. And no, I don't just talk to you when I'm running late for things so I'll have an excuse to leave.

Whatever.



Love,

Your daughter Alissa



Other Davis Attractions: Somerville Theatre, Caf?© Crepe, Denise's Ice Cream, Jimmy Tingle's Off Broadway