Steve and I shared a plate of mezze at Sofra bakery and cafe in Cambridge. The colors of the food were brilliant, no dye added! From left to right: parsnip, fava beans, walnut pate with pomegranate, beet with yogurt, Moroccan carrot. We chose these from others. I couldn't identify the green spice on the flatbread. In fact, I couldn't identify any of the spices. No, I believe there was rose water in the coconut macaroons we had for desert.
The food was rich, intensely seasoned. I never could have eaten the whole plate of mezze by myself, though I am a greedy stuffer. According to the menu, the word "sofa" is Arabic for "a picnic on a rug; a low communal table; a small square kilim rug to eat on; a large coffee table; a special table preparation."
Food has improved up here, and the attitude toward food. When I first came to Boston and tried to eat an apple in the Christian Science park on Huntington Avenue, a policeman ordered me to put away the apple or leave the park. Eating in public was not tolerated in the Christian Science Park. He said I would draw rats. Sofra, by the way, has outdoor tables, and no one will ask you to leave. No rats in sight.
