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Bagels have taken over my life; nine enormous, larger-than-life, bagels. So for those following along on Snapchat and Instagram, and for those with a general love for bagels and perhaps an appreciation for art, here’s the story:

It’s Friday night at 8:20PM and I’m sitting on my couch in a zombie-like state. I just got home from the office, which happens to double as a 40-tenant shopping destination unlike any other. I’m drinking tequila on the rocks, ’cause it’s been that kind of a week.

Let’s rewind:

It’s a Thursday night in July. I’ve just finished packing up my weekender for another sweet escape to Eastham. I’m ready for bed and I’m scrolling Instagram, the 2015 equivalent to reading before bed. My feed is made up of the usual square framed snapshots; picture perfect beach-scapes, adorably embarrassing throwbacks, and summery scenes from the bar. I stop at a photo of 5 enormous bagels, stacked high into the New York City skyline. I screenshot the image immediately, even before reading the caption that accompanies it. I send a quick email, subject line: “Public Art Inspo”. I need these bagels. Boston needs these bagels. The Street needs these bagels.

A lot happens at ShopTheStreet between then and now. We discuss the possibility of giving this lovable public art installation a home in Boston at length, we dream up a crazy idea to create a space for temporarily housing local brands and businesses, we address a lot of roof leaks, pay a lot of electricity bills, host a few dozen events, prepare for the arrival of three new additions to our existing mix of retailers, attend a lot of meetings and eat A LOT of bagels.

Our pop-up project dream becomes a reality. It’s first occupant? A Boston-based, New-York-Style bagel shop. Soon after, our enormous public art dreams become a reality, as well.

Which brings us back to a Thursday in November, Bagel Day, and the nine enormous, larger-than-life bagels that have taken over my life.

Somewhere in NYC, five Brooklyn hipsters hit snooze on a 5AM alarm clock. Eventually they roll out of bed, loosely lace up their Chucks and shrug into their flannels. Nine enormous bagels wait in a moving truck, each one individually protected by blankets of bubble wrap and styrofoam padding. They’re on the road by 6AM, expected in Boston before noon.

Somewhere in Connecticut, the moving truck breaks down. Nine enormous, larger-than-life bagels wait to be transferred into a new truck and five Brooklyn hipsters give us an update we don’t want to believe is true.

Somewhere in Massachusetts, The Street Team less-than-patiently awaits the bagels arrival; something equivalent to the Pope’s visit to Philly (to be clear, that’s a highly exaggerated comparison, I know).

Four hours behind schedule, with a threat of rain in the very near future, the nine enormous bagels and their five Brooklyn hipster installers arrive at The Street unscathed.

The bagels are unloaded and unwrapped and it takes a great deal of self-restraint to stop myself from tearing through the bubble wrap like a kid on Christmas Day. Instead, I stand back and let the five Brooklyn hipsters do their thing, while I do mine:

Bagel by bagel, we watched this 15-foot sculpture come to life, eventually forming an unusual and artful vase for a single budding tulip, emerging from the bagels center.

The installation process was complex and beautiful, choreographed in a way that seemed effortless, an art form in and of itself. These five Brooklyn hipsters, the same crew responsible for fabricating the nine enormous bagels, were pros. Through rain showers and cold New England temps, they held smiles through the entire process; this tiny detail, perhaps my favorite part.

Click through the following images below and watch the first sculpture take shape:

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Everything by Hanna Liden, is a public art installation that hit The Street on a Thursday in November. It made its first-ever debut along the Hudson River Parkway in July of 2015, amongst the hustle and bustle of a New York City summer. The three-part installation features two stacks of enormous, larger-than-life bagels and one single bagel that sits independently on its own. Why? Why not. Meant to represent the eternal cycle of city life, the bagel, an everyday object, is transformed by Hanna Liden into a thought-provoking, beautiful and one-a-kind art form, loved by all.

It’s been a long week. A big, long, exciting week. And so, here I am on a Friday night, in a zombie-like state, sipping tequila on the rocks, telling the story of nine enormous, larger-than-life bagels that made their way to Chestnut Hill and in doing so, simultaneously took over my life and brought me great joy.


Life Lately 

It’s been a while since my last rant about boys and I’m feeling like ouap needs something a little more welcoming on the home page…ya know, in case there’s anyone out there who has yet to discover this thing, stumbling “upon my plate” for the very first time.

Before I get going, let me take one second to say to thank you for the ridiculous amount of love that was sent my way after I hit publish on September 28th. I heard from a whole lot of people; strangers, dear friends and surprisingly, ex-boyfriends and ex-boys-that-were-never-my-boyfriends…all positive things. All really positive things. It was a good feeling, to apprehensively put myself out there and quickly realize that I was speaking for myself and for a whole bunch of others. So thanks, to everyone who read and shared and texted and cared. You guys all rock.

Here’s what I’m doing currently and what I’ve been up to lately. Currently: Solo brunching at the bar at Bee’s Knees Supply Co., sipping my coffee slow and taking very small bites of a big bowl of hash, eggs and potatoes (so as to make sure it lasts There’s an old bicycle hanging from the ceiling above me and a guy from Vermont sampling cheese and mimosas at a small table to my right. There’s some easy listening tunes playing trough the speakers but it’s hard to hear over the interchanging buzz of the coffee machine and juice press and the clatter of mis-matched forks and knives scraping against big stainless steel bowls filled with leafy greens and organic yogurt. This place is a market, a deli, a juice bar, a coffee shop, and a cafe with succulents, handmade gifts and craft beer sprinkled in here and there, and it’s quickly becoming my favorite neighborhood spot.

Because this is a “food blog” I should note, this hash (sadly, now all gone) was the second best I’ve ever had, coming up  very close behind Eastham’s The Fairway.

I ended up here after a morning of very sweaty yoga; finding peace and direction and self-worth in a much needed early morning practice inside the Red Room, heated to 98 degrees at Sweat & Soul Yoga. I’m thinking I could very easily get used to this Sunday morning routine; peaceful and toasty followed by full and tasty.

Lately, I’ve been loving Justin Bieber (sorry, Andrew) and eating a lot of solo meals at bars; both of which I highly recommend. I’ve been seriously considering going back to school and seriously considering joining a spin studio (sorry, dad). I’ve also been eating a lot of bagels but only because “market research” is in my job description. Actually, bagels have kind of taken over my life and you can find out why on Wednesday via @ShopTheStreet.

Life lately has been good. I’m finding comfort in my new home and new neighborhood, getting holiday-busy at work (read as: covered in glitter and drowning in Swag), and preparing for another long winter in Boston. So looking to forward to feasting with the family and doing laundry in a place that’s not shared with 90 other somebody’s. Home for the holidays means baking and brothers and babies and for all of that, my heart can’t wait.

Stay tuned for the possible return of “Thank Goodness it’s FriYAY”, a series filled with links to items on my christmas wish list..i mean..links to articles and cool stuff that I love and that you might also like…and maybe even an increase in actual food related stories and more posts in general.

For now, I’m headed to the home The Sweet Scene, for foodball and friendship and food. Enjoy your Sunday friends!


I’ve been waiting for a while to write a post such as this; countless spiral notebooks and leather bound journals tucked underneath my bed or tossed very vulnerably on the floor, can testify (as can my mom, who has not-so-sneakily riffled through every single one. People don’t forget, MOM). Each one filled with detailed plot summaries written after date nights, prom nights and high school parties, scratched and scribbled pros and cons lists, most of which ending with a giant declaration of incredibly well thought out approval: “OMG SO CUTE, YES!” circled in hearts. And finally, without fail, one final entry filled with angst and annoyance, a violent pen-to-paper routine detailing the downfall; can’t make up his mind, asked a different girl to prom, too busy for a girlfriend, I’m way too good for him, smokes way too much pot, made out with my bff, suddenly goes AWOL, and my all time favorite; SURPRISE! He’s had a girlfriend this whole time!!! (this list is not entirely made up of personal experiences and excuses I’ve been dealt or have dealt, but that last one definitely happened). Boys are f#*%ing dumb.

[quick pause to contemplate whether or not I’m actually hitting publish on this one]

In a perfect world, there’d be some way to get back the countless hours every girl everywhere has ever spent carefully analyzing the *deep meaning* behind every syllable in every text message, every inflection of every word in every conversation, every side-glance, ambiguous hand gesture (I’m talking, high five, quick hug, pound it, does he want to hold hands, did he not wave back because he didn’t see me?????), every emoji sent, every disappearing selfie ever snapped; every everything that every guy everywhere has ever done.

I won’t even pretend to act like I’m embarrassed to be admitting all of this because it is, without doubt, the painfully honest routine of, as stated, every girl everywhere. And that’s a problem because while boys are, as stated, f#*%ing dumb, girls are too. We let boys tear us down and kill our confidence and minimize that happy disposition that we should all be basking in, whether for 5 minutes or 5 months, it happens. They bring a new level of crazy into our lives and make us do ridiculous shit; re-route your path to class for a better chance of bumping into him on campus, “accidentally” send that text message that was totally meant for bff eyes only (“omg last night was so fun, he’s so funny! I hope he likes me back! oops wrong text, but hey what’s up?!”), spend 2 hours filtering that pic from last night ’cause, like, he follows you on Instagram now and “does my arm look skinny???”, purchase that [insert his favorite NFL team here] jersey, ’cause you LOVE sports and coincidentally, all the same teams he does! Go team! We stalk, we sulk, we sneak, we snicker, we click and scroll and dig and dish and it’s all f#*%ing dumb. (again, not all personal experiences, I promise you, but thanks to my girlfriends for offering up some real life examples).

In big ways or small, no matter how sure of yourself you are or how many times you tell yourself and your girlfriends that you don’t need no man, boys make us all feel some type of way at some point in time; good or bad, most times undecided. It’s sad and it’s true and it’s totally messed up.

So next time the opposite sex has you acting in a pathetically un-chill, borderline robotic, completely out-of-character, totally psychotic way, take a step back. Put your phone down cause that text ain’t comin’ and you have no business striking up another dead end conversation. Stop stalking, stop stressing and tell the voice inside your head to zip it; the reason he’s not calling is NOT because you opted for Chipotle instead of the salad bar at lunch today and no, everything in your closet does not make you look fat.

Fall out of the rigidly confined, gender-normative ways that you’ve fallen victim to and get it together. Because we’ve all been here, played this infuriating game of he-said-she-said, what-does-he-mean-by-XYZ, why-won’t-he-text-me-back, maybe-there’s-someone-else, maybe-I’m-not-pretty-enough, bullshit.

So really, take a minute to collect yourself, confidently declare to all your friends that you just “literally, can’t” anymore, and then actually, literally, don’t. We’re better than this.

Girl power & good vibes, my friends.

[Does this post get me one step closer to becoming Andie Anderson???]

P.S. They’re not all terrible and dumb. Shout out to the lots of awesome dudes in my life, past, present and always.

P.P.S. In case I didn’t paint an accurate picture for you, Ben Folds does a pretty decent job here and come to think of it, also here. Enjoy.


You guys, my move went SO well and it’s finally Friday so let’s drink (coffee) to that (or bloody’s, we could drink bloody’s to that if you want). Seriously, I don’t know what all the fuss is about; September 1 was a walk in The Common. Parking was a breeze and I was a one woman powerhouse, up and down 4 flights of stairs with a full truck load in under 40 minutes – solo. Pete showed up two hours late to help with the heaviest stuff and we were eating nachos and beer within an hour. Simple.

The kitchen only has one outlet and there’s no where to place the Keurig so that the cord reaches said outlet, but I think that’s really the only downfall. Place is nice, people are nice, I’m feeling like it’s gonna be a good year.

ANYWAY, enough about me. The Endless Summer continues this weekend with an extra long week and if that’s not a reason to burn a few 1D vs. T. Swift mix CDs and let your hair down, I don’t know what is. For the next 72 hours I wish upon you all nothing but sunny days and no traffic delays on the way to wherever you’re headed, near or far. Happy Long Weekending, friends & cheers to a pretty good summer.

IF however, you ARE stuck in a car today or trapped in the office like yours truly waiting for the clock to strike 2, here’s a few links that will lead you to some cool stuff on the internet:

  • This chic cracked the code to online dating and it’s pretty fascinating.
  • Jimmy Fallon interviewed Justin Bieber and it was a pretty heart warming scenario.
    • Related: JB went from cute to moronic to hot pretty quick but I’m not complaining. I’m also never gonna stop listening this tune.
  • I’ve been whistlin’ tunes from The Ballroom Thieves all week ’cause they make pretty good music.
  • Remember that time Oreo had their moment? I had a similar one yesterday when #TB12’s suspension was lifted and it was a pretty big deal in my very minor social media career.
  • Reynolds (yeah, like Reynolds Wrap) also did some cool stuff on Instagram this week and it’s jaw-dropping-ly awesome and mouth watering all at once.

A short list today, but all very worth your precious time. Click around! Let me know what you think!

XX Anne



I know it’s been a while. My posts have been few and far between this summer and not because of the infamous Writers Block of Spring 2015 (Can we even call it Spring? Was it not mostly Winter? From January to May? Just Winter. *chills*). I haven’t been around ’cause I’ve been so damn BUSY! To quote Gary Malin via Instagram:


Busy packing up my weekender tote, busy waiting for my personal chauffeur (Pete) to transfer me from Point A to Point B (Brookline to Eastham), busy soaking up rays, styling photos for Chatham Thread Works, busy chasing sunsets and slurping oysters and making a mess of my mom’s little beach house. I’ve been busy riding with dad, treasure hunting with babies, showering al fresco, busy ‘gramming my favorite salty seasides, crashing waves, and what’s #onmyplate. As if all of these tasks weren’t stressful enough, to top it all off they’re telling me I gotta go to work, too!? Where I spend ample amounts of time outdoors, among sunflowers and Pinkberry and Splendid and a shop that sells nothing but Cupcakes???

Cripes. It’s been TOUGH being this busy!

All jokes aside, it’s been one hell of a summer. One hell of a well-deserved, highly-anticipated, gone-in-the-blink-of-an-eye, New England summer. I know I was a little apprehensive about this newfangled idea of my most favorite season (i.e Corporate Summer), but let me tell you, it’s not so bad at all, especially when Mother Nature is on your side (why is no one talking about the record breaking number of sunny days we’ve had this year, Boston!?).

But this post was not intended to be a babble about summertime (as most of my posts tend to be). It began with the selfish intention of a desperate plea for your prayers and well wishes, for today is September 1st, known to many in the Boston area as Move-in Day, or Allston Christmas, if you will. A notorious day in Boston history (which was apparently once a blast), second only to December 16, 1773 (don’t quote me on that), during which, in 2015, 63% of all leases in Boston begin or end, 2,088 moving truck parking permits are issued, 38,232 students take up residency in off-campus housing and between 400-500 pizzas are ordered and consumed (you can quote The Globe on all of that).

It will be madness, mayhem and pure chaos.

…and I’ll be live ‘gramming the whole thing! Follow along using #AnniesBigMove!

Just kidding, Pete! Please don’t change your mind. See you tonight!

I have no idea what I’m getting myself into but I do know that that Ikea bed frame with the drawers underneath, that I just HAD to have, was hands down the worst purchasing decision I have ever made (and that’s saying something). I also know that in the same way that I’m lucky to have a summertime bungalow to escape to each weekend, I’m equally as lucky to have a moving crew*, willing to help me out (at least this year, anyway).

So please think of me tomorrow, when you step outside into those predicted 90 degree temps or while walking up one flight of stairs empty handed. Think of me and my 500lb bed frame, 8 J.McLaughlin tote bags stuffed with scarves, sweaters and sneakers, impossible-to-maneuver 6-drawer bureau and 10 W.B Mason boxes, fighting for a parking space, hustling up side-street hills, climbing 4 flights of stairs, weaving through narrow doorways and the entire population of Brighton. Think of me and the rest of Boston and say a little prayer for us all, cause we’re gonna need it.

To my fellow Move-in Day Warriors, good luck and good vibes.

*It’s not too late to join the team! Annie’s Moving Crew is accepting applications all week long! I pay in oysters, BBQ and beer. Please apply via comments below.

P.S as of noon today, I’m officially a Brighton Newbie! Know any good spots? Coffee? Pizza? Margs? Let’s chat!