Word: rialto
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...feeble attempts to entice me. Unfortunately, I’m still broke, so the majority of Harvard Square’s restaurants are unattainable (I may love food, but I love a new pair of shoes even more). But even if I can’t afford Rialto, the sequel to “Home Cooking” is at The Harvard Book Store for a fraction of the price and none of the calories. —Staff writer Madeline K.B. Ross can be reached at mross@fas.harvard.edu...
When Manoj Patel's family bought the Wigwam Motel in Rialto, Calif., four years ago, the iconic Route 66 property was rundown. Its stucco teepees, built in the 1930s by Kentucky motor-inn visionary Frank Redford, had been frequented by drug addicts and prostitutes because the Wigwam's previous owners tried to reel in customers with a cheesy sign urging them to DO IT IN A TEE PEE. The Patels, who left India for the U.S. in 1980, worked hard to restore the motel to its former glory and added some modern amenities, including free wi-fi access. Says...
...delve into one of the many omelets (egg-whites are available for an extra charge). Just make sure you don’t forget to hold the toast. The High-Society Type: You probably can’t believe that your friends talked you out of going to Rialto or Upstairs on the Square, but you’ve decided to put up with their pedestrian tastes for the night. Start with the hummus dip, followed by a sizzling lamb or swordfish kebab for a real ethnic treat. While you might find the slow service and paper napkins irritating, Zoe?...
...realized I was writing a paper for a course on theory on the shuttle back from testifying. I was thinking this is a really bad time to be in graduate school,” she said after the event, in an interview on her way to a dinner at Rialto with Garber, Menand, and other members of the Faculty. And she sounded a note that many beleaguered Harvardians can relate to: “I inevitably wasn’t really able to focus on work at all here.” —Staff writer Michael M. Grynbaum...
Sprucing up its understated décor with a pumpkin-colored menu that practically screams class—well, it definitely screams something—the venerable Mt. Auburn Street establishment has vaulted itself into the upper echelons of Square dining. Rialto, take notice...