Food at Drink.

I've been to Drink, Barbara Lynch's subterranean bar that pays homage to great cocktails, courtesy of John Gertsen, a few times before, but only ever, ahem, drank there.

This past Thursday, after the Boston magazine party upstairs at FP3, we headed down to Drink and decided to order lots of food (we were a big-- and hungry-- group).

I didn't take any photos, so I figure I'd just sum it up like so:

Great choices:

Gougeres: little flaky cheese puffs - SO GOOD we were all tempted to each order a bucket of them

Proscuitto di Parma with cauliflower: delicate and savory; almost seductive in its slippery texture

Steak tartare: sooo meatyyyy (any The Soup/Joel McHale fans out there?? ;) But seriously, really good steak tartare.

Okay choices:

Grilled cheese sandwiches with carmelized onion: didn't blow me away, but weren't bad either.

Didn't love:

Buttermilk biscuits with ham and jelly: I was hoping for Hungry Mother type little bites of heaven but instead these were dry, bulky things. Sigh, I need to go back to HM soon.

My drink was amazing, per usual. If you're not familiar with Drink, the idea is that there is no cocktail menu-- you just say something you like (e.g. I like XYZ herb and XYZ booze) and they make you something, from scratch. No mixers or soda here. On Thursday, I requested Mai-Tai-esque and received something with all that lovely boozyness of a Mai-Tai, minus that sickening sweet aftertase.

I am torn on this place-- I kinda wanna hate it since it's so "I'm SO cool and trendy" but I kinda always have a good time when I go...any other places you go to that are like this for you? Maybe the Liberty? But I like Drink better than the Liberty...hmm....