Fresh Salt: Oh, hey! The Seaport isn’t just half-assed chains and ripoffs. Scurry past the Gap toward the water and shove open a wood door. To the right, a stocked bar with a stained mirror. To the left, a raised seating area where you can kick up your workboots (or broughams, but definitely not Blahniks) and feast on a salad, bagel, or sammy with Di Palo’s cold cuts. Don’t bother looking for landlubbers' specials or "Tuna Shots." You’ll find no TV, no video Keno, no $300 bottle of something you could buy at a liquor store--just mellow light and generous drinks and the close company of construction workers and well-intentioned execs from nearby nonprofits. Let the tourists make landfall on Pizzeria Uno. Fresh Salt gives a breath of fresh air. |
