On Sunday afternoon, I attended a very fun kind of brunch where your stomach hurts from laughter, large quantities of rich food and mimosas. We celebrated my dear friend Sarah at a newer restaurant on North Avenue, quite close to Wells Street. Two Lights Seafood & Oyster has been around only seven months and apparently, this Sunday was day two of their brunch service. The salmon avocado toast was to die for, with salty cured salmon, soft boiled eggs, red onion, cucumber, cheese, and a sprinkling of watercress.We also split a jumbo biscuit – yum! Their ambiance was effervescent, giving off an almost summery New England feel with its white and gray tiling, sea-foam green chairs, accents of Millennial pink and gold on the wall, and an obligatory neon sign saying, “Reset”. Quite the contrast from the frigid reality outside. We also had a darling server that was dressed like Michael J. Fox in Back to the Future. I’m not sure why that delighted me as much as it did. Maybe because MJF is so closely associated with happy shenanigans, which is synonymous with brunching.
After brunch, I nipped over to the gym after being away for too long. I did a cardio workout then returned home to do laundry and start a new book. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte is a novel I’ve read before, but not in a very long time. When I read it now, I can’t help but imagine the 1992 movie adaptation, starring the beautiful Juliette Binoche as Cathy and the stoically handsome Ralph Fiennes as the morose, dark Heathcliff.
Heathcliff, for most literary types, represents the ultimate “bad boy”, a Byronian trope that still very much exists today. Some women gravitate towards this kind of character in real life, in spite of their keen awareness that it’s not good for them. I confess, that there is something attractive to me about those types, whether it’s a Heathcliff or a Stanley Kowalski. The brutish machismo that we ought to eschew as rational women, we find thrilling. Having these characters portrayed in classic film by a young, moody Ralph Fiennes or a muscular, sardonic Marlo Brando certainly perpetuates the trope. I guess everyone has a palate for drama or a “bad boy”, don’t they? At least it’s safest in book form!
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