blood on the dance floor
the place: common ground, 83 harvard ave, allston
the date: saturday, 03.14.09
the plan: dinner, cocktails, and dancing
before anything else, I would just like to note that common ground has one of the worst restaurant websites I’ve ever seen. and I don’t think they update it more than once a year. but, not the point.
I was wretchedly hungover (for further info: see previous post on breakfast) and our girls’ night out was cancelled, so the remaining girl and I decided to rally and go dancing on the local. common ground was hosting love night (80s) vs. the pill (britpop), my favorite dance night, so we figured, grab dinner there to avoid the cover charge and then dance the night away. didn’t quite go as planned, but the dinner part worked.
drinks, of course: it seemed kind of spring like this weekend and I really wanted it to be summer, so that means mojitos. the ones at common ground are always muddled, no simple syrup, which makes me happy. sweet and minty and refreshing, two sips and any remaining hangover was gone. (we don’t need to discuss what that means for me). then we swapped it up and m had a mojito— ginger flavored this time (we later learned they use ginger ale for that, which doesn’t make it taste too much of ginger, but really lightens the sweetness) and I had what she had been having— the morning glory. gin, cucumber syrup, and soda, garnished with a cucumber slice. it was also refreshing, though not at all sweet. I really enjoyed it and would highly recommend it, but I could only do one. after that I went back to the mojito. after cashing out and moving to the dancefloor, I switched to the allston usual — two highlifes.
the main event: continuing the summer in the city theme, I went with a cesar salad with grilled chicken. tasty, though could use a little more dressing. which is actually not something I say very often about the cesar salads I encounter. simple, tasty, etc. however, m had the beef and brie salad and I don’t even really like beef and I was thrilled. large but thin pieces of brie, well-cooked beef, greens and tomatoes, and a creamy buttermilk dressing. this is absolutely what I’ll be getting the next time I go there.
not that it matters so much, but the dancing was hampered first by a lack of people to dance with (st. pat’s kept them all downtown, I suppose) and then by two dance floor injuries, so I bailed for a magic hat #9 at harry’s and then sleep. still, I’m marking it down as a successful common ground visit.
