Olives Is back

Unless you've spent the last two years making Rachel McAdams alternatively sad then happy by marrying her then time traveling through alternative universes, you probably know that Todd English's original Charlestown spot Olives shuttered due to a grease fire. And, well, now it's back. So here's what you can expect from the new space/ food:

Seats: Having cast aside the windowed wall that once split the space, the brightened room is now anchored by a 45-seat square mahogany bar guarded by dual carved eagle heads, and boasts a rustic six-seat chef's table, solid oak wood panels from nearby St. Mary's Church, and pendant lights that resemble glass water jugs hung upside down.

Eats: The plates, like the Celtics' lineup against the speedy Sixers, are getting smaller, with new shareables like short rib "raviolios" served in a Mason jar w/ corn pudding; sweet potato bravas w/ feta, honey & jalapenos; and a crispy rock shrimp flatbread tart.

Sips: So as not to let the enlarged drinking area go to waste, they're mixing 'tails from an overhauled lineup of libations (including the bourbon & peach/ mint-muddled Peach Mark), and pouring 10 drafts like Victory Donnybrook Stout, Whale's Tale, and Angry Orchard, aka what that field Rachel's sitting in is going to turn into, if you don't pop back through the space-time continuum as promised.