It was the first night of Fall [90 degrees none the less], and John Doe and I decided to go out for drinks. The venue was up to me which was a bit difficult as I normally don't go out drinking on Wednesday nights. But alas, I came up with Noche, a fairly new, apparently perfect "date-spot" place in the South end. I had been eagerly wanting to go there, especially after all the positive Improper Bostonian reviews I had read...
My night didn't start out as pleasantly as I had hoped. I thought, for the occasion of my date, I would bust out my favorite pair of skinny jeans that I hadn't worn in forever. As a result of struggling into jeans that I clearly wasn't thin enough to fit into anymore, I found a convenient rip right in the crotch area! They were too tight to take off so I just decided to wear a long blouse over it so my date wouldn't see.
We arrived at Noche. As you can see from the photos, it was a lounge/restaurant lover's delight! I walked in thinking "Perfect! This is totally my scene." The ambience was exactly what I had hoped it would be - very Sex and the City-ish. The lights were dimmed at an appropriate level, lounge music was audible in the background, and Bostonian yuppies were all dressed up and enjoying midweek drinks. I was definitely feeling the eclectic mix of people too, with the majority being super-stylish gay guys that made me feel so masculine. At that time, I couldn't even imagine the turn of events that was about to take place.
My date and I were enjoying our cocktails until all of a sudden, a football game was displayed on two giant TVs right above the bar. I tried to ignore it, but it was right in my face. It totally ruined the ambience of the place. In addition, the music suddenly changed too. We went from listening to Quantic to Miley Cyrus' Party in the USA. I almost felt like I was at Joshua Tree. I was also very uncomfortable by the intense heterosexual and homosexual PDA, but it only got worse.
I was relieved to see that the food menu seemed absolutely scrumptious! I ordered Tiger Shrimp while he ordered Tuna Tartare. My mouth was watering as I impatiently waited for my food to come out. What came out was fried shrimp with onion rings in thousand island dressing. Noche, don't tease me with the frou-frou language and premium pricing if what I'm getting is TGI Friday's food.
Aside from all of Noche's disappointments, I did enjoy my date. Conversations included rectal exams, fear of toilets, and strip club adventures, etc. Actually they weren't really conversations, because I was doing 99.9% of the talking. (He didn't seem like much of a talker anyway.)
In conclusion, I am not ruling out Noche. I really do think that the place has a lot of potential. In fact, initially I was so smitten, that I decided right there and then that my rehearsal dinner would take place there (whenever that is). I had high expectations, but was extremely let down. I am hoping that I just chose the wrong night to go there... Hopefully next time I can find a better venue that fits the mood of a date. Until then, ciao Boston!