Even slight increases in size can make a huge difference -- as evidenced by inches of extra legroom on a flight, a couple added millimeters on a dazzling watch face, and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE. Except restaurants. Like Ten Tables Cambridge.
The owners of TT went "Honey, I (Slightly) Blew Up The Resto" on the old Craigie Street Bistrot spot, outfitting their hardwood-floored Cambridge outpost with nearly double the seats (49) of the JP joint, black & white tiled bathrooms, and caramel-colored walls draped with Old-World maps of Europe, along with a slightly more ample wine list & menu slinging "bigger, rustic European bistro food". Such bigness includes entrees like an All-Natural Rib-Eye with hand-cut fries, homemade steak sauce, and Roquefort butter; Portuguese Monkfish Stew with Wellfleet littlenecks, herbs, and garlic aioli; and Handmade Cavatelli with sheep's milk ricotta and "locally foraged mushrooms" -- not to be confused with the stomped-on stems your buddy Griff stashes in his lax bag. They've also got lighter fare like a fancified take on Tomato Soup and Grilled Cheese (San Marzano tomatoes, white anchovies, Iggy's rye), Mussels a la Ephemere (Braeburn apples, toasted coriander, cilantro, Brooklyn Ale), and handcrafted Merguez sausage served with roasted peppers, feta, and fried lemons, which IMDB confirms is the working title for Fried Green Tomatoes II, starring Jack Lemmon.
For those snuggled in elastic-waisted pants, they've also got post-din deliciousness (chocolate mousse/banana whipped cream, profiteroles/coffee ice cream, rooibos rice pudding with pistachio and toasted coconut, etc) and're intently focused on securing a booze augmentation to their beer/wine license, a deft move guaranteed to make a not-so-slight increase in the size of your hangover.
