Tini Review

Staff friendly. Food good. Drinks good. Place: Tini’s.

Tini’s
200 Washington Street
Providence, RI 02909
401.383.3400

Caroling on the Westside

We started at Loie Fuller’s, caroled around the Historic Armory District, stopped off at a few houses for some warmth and hospitality, and ended at the new headquarters of Leadership Rhode Island.

Although the weather looked like it would be horrible last night, things cleared up by the time we began our walk, and more than twenty carolers subjected the neighborhood to their holiday cheer!

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Join us tonight (Sunday, Dec 21st) from 5-6pm for drinks at Loie Fuller’s restaurant (1455 Westminster St) before we leave to bring holiday cheer to the neighborhood through festive songs.

We’re pleased to carol in the snow and cold, but won’t venture out in rain. A rainy Sunday night will keep us indoors at Loie Fuller’s for drinks and songs around the fireplace. Either way, we’ll experience much fun and merrymaking.

See you tonight!
Owen & Mike

MSN gives Providence The Independent Spirit Award

As the folks who’ve lived here already know, Providence has a spirit of it’s own, so we’re happy to have MSN recognized Providence with their Independent Spirit Award!

Mulled Red Wine on a Bourgogne Mountaintop

I first had mulled red wine on top of a mountain in the Bourgogne, Rhone-Alps region in France. It’s a bit of a story. A friend of mine was trying his hardest to teach me how to snowboard, while I was trying my hardest to keep from breaking my neck. Not too long into the sliding, bruising and rolling, we were suddenly engulfed by a freak blizzard. Fleeing for cover, we followed a few stray skiers to a random lodge located on top of one of the nearby peaks. A plume of smoke came from its chimney and though it looked deserted from the outside, it was actually quite busy inside. The soft quite sound of snow and wind gave way to the bustle of a busy eatery. Bearded lumberjack-looking Frenchmen in red and green plaid were scattered throughout the place amongst skiers and what I swear to be common-day tavern wenches. There was a cauldron-sized kettle in the middle of the cabin with a green lentil soup simmering away making the place fragrant. Between the warm smells, colorful patrons, logged walls and the snow-sloshed floors I thought we were in some kind of arctic frontier movie; all the clichés seemed to fit.
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