Flashbacks

Memories...like the corners of my mind...Misty tie-dyed memories...Like the way I was...

Nothing like visiting the old campus. In this case - Harvard. Yes, this weekend I paid call on Boston, with a side trip (and I mean trip) to Cambridge.

It all started out innocently enough with a yen for cocktails, good music and comfort fare. My Boston posse suggested B-Side Lounge for all three. Besides, the top Beantown dog on the Boston-area Chowhound message board had put it on the top of his list.

Good pick.

With the holiday weekend in full swing, the place wasn't exactly swinging, but the jukebox was well-stocked with rockabilly tunes, the help was mellow and amply tatooed, the cocktail list was riddled with classics, and the food was mighty fine. In fact, I was thoroughly impressed with my entree of Grilled Pork and Pulled Pork Tosada with Black Beans and Pickled Onions (pictured below).

But once we left the lounge, and pulled into a Harvard Square parking lot my flashbacks began.

I won't bare my soul and provide details here, except to say that Herrell's Chocolate Pudding ice cream, cannonball imprints, pennyloafers and a couple of cute male students were involved.

And the flashbacks continued once I returned to terra firma in New York.

I saw the film verson of "The Devil Wears Prada," only to be confronted by memories of a devil-like boss back in the days when I worked in television. If that wasn't enough, yesterday I ran into one of the actors that used to be on that same-said TV show where the devil reigned supreme - and I sold my soul for a time.

Thank goodness I escaped.

But the memories...Forever.

That's the thing about flashbacks. You don't get to pick and choose. The good with the bad.

Wouldn't mind a flashback of that B-Side tostada right now. Strike that. Another flashback of those Harvard boys is a much tastier pick!