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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...short walk down Mass. Ave. from Harvard Square brings you to Chez Henri, a French-Cuban inspired restaurant with soooo much going for it. For starters, step inside and be greeted by K.C. Cargill, the friendly host who places patrons immediately in a small dining room at an intimate table. The interior is decorated in wine-red tones, with a romantic touch of soft glowing light. The ceiling lamps at Henri's are especially interesting--each seems to be a one-of-a-kind piece of art made with copper wire, scarlet colored glass and fiery tear -shaped bulbs. These...
...Black Bean Salsa ($8.95, $6.95). The contrast between an exceptionally soft and sweet dish, and the crispy spicy flavor of the other keeps the palate on edge right up until the main course (which, incidentally, immediately follows the silent removal of empty appetizer dishes). In terms of entrees, Chez Henri's offers a little of everything: from paella to venison to the traditional steak--but each dish is a meal in itself. The kitchen really doesn't leave much up to the individual diner, although requests are honored as often as possible. You have to like your fish as well...
...slacks and the occasional suit seem to be the norm. And most of the clientele are older, so a wacky leather and chains get-up would definitely stand out as inappropriate. If you want to give your taste buds an orgasmic experience (great way to impress a first date), Chez Henri is a perfect place to take refuge and put yourself at the mercy of the food. Order the Monkfish with Fennel Puree, Shallot Jus and Chanterelles ($16.95). The capers melt in your mouth, the fish is white and tender and the accompanying mashed potatoes are completely integrated into...
...famous libel case--psychoanalyst Jeffrey Masson against the New Yorker's Janet Malcolm--turned in part on whether an interview took place over goat cheese at Chez Panisse in Berkeley, Calif., or breakfast at Malcolm's Manhattan home. Details matter, especially when they wound real people. Reich is safe: his meals--lunch, breakfast, whatever--were with public figures. Not so the reader who thought Reich was being true to what happened...
...have felt peace, like in 1996 when I stretched out on the bleachers at Lavietes, off duty, and watched the Harvard women's basketball team give Penn the drubbing of its life. Or the countless times that I have enjoyed a burger after a field hockey game, courtesy of Chez Clark...