The Beacon Hill Hotel & Bistro, Boston, MA

Last week Ana and I decided we wanted to breath some city air and went to the other side of the Charles to get some Beacon Hill chic. Ana had been insisting for months now that we should visit the little corner Bistro at the Beacon Hill Hotel and, as always, I decided to indulge her. The weather was marvelous, given that it was January in Boston after all, so we decided to walk over the bridge and catch some sun on the way there and back.

The Beacon Hill Hotel Bistro is very nicely decorated and set up with those nice Parisian-NewYorker white tiles that hypnotize people into walking into a restaurant. I don't think anyone can resist this effect. Being a cornel locale, the restaurant is drenched in light and makes the perfect setting for a relaxing brunch experience.

Their menu is pretty standard for a hotel restaurant and little bit unimaginative, I must say. Still you'll be able to find your fundamentals.

Ana decided to order the roasted peppers, onions, potatoes and cheddar cheese frittata.   Although quite filling, Ana did not seem particularly impressed. Ana is a big fan of side roasted potatoes, which were advertised to be served with the dish and were nowhere to be found. Of course, the frittata had more than its share of potatoes, but we'll get to them in a moment. Toast was also served with the dish and they were remarkably good. Also some kind of homemade cherry jam was offered that complemented the toast perfectly.

I decided to go with the poached eggs on smoked ham and toasted brioche with hollandaise herb sauce. Why not call them Eggs Benedict!!!??? You don't call Hot Dogs, processed pig parts, right? Anyways, once I got over this nomenclature issue, I was able to enjoy a pretty tasty dish. The eggs were perfectly poached and the brioche toast was amazing. They seem to know their toasts here. My dish was served with a side of roasted potatoes. And that's where problems begin.... They were artificial potatoes. You know the frozen one type made out of some paste and shaped like potatoes? Who in their right mind uses these????
Anyways, except of this unacceptable mistake, everything was great.

In the end, it was the location and set up, the real assets of the Beacon Hill Hotel & Bistro. After all, isn't it a luxury to relax and have a decent meal in a beautiful winter in Beacon Hill while on the Quest for the Perfect Brunch?