"This seafoam-tiled spot on Beacon Hill is as effortlessly fun as a standing-room-only party at a studio apartment. People spill out onto the porch and into the grassy, bare-bones backyard in a scene so alive it doesn’t even need background music. And since Little Thing’s staff know their sh*t about sourcing obscure wine from all over the planet, you’ll drink plummy-dark rosé with clouded hibiscus notes, lambrusco rosso that’s begging for a delivery pie from Pagliacci, or even non-alcoholic sparkling heirloom apple juice that could bruise up a bottle of Martinelli’s in a street fight. Come for drinks while you wait for a spot at Homer, Musang, or Bar Del Corso. Or better yet, just hang here the whole night." - aimee rizzo, gabe guarente
Aimee Rizzo
