There is a little cafe on the corner of Boylston and Cypress Street that is so inviting when you pass it by that it whispers your name like new found secret— and a new found secret it is. On Tuesdays sometimes I drive out to Jamaica Plain to watch a family of kids that I’ve known for years. The drive is a familiar one, through Chestnut Hill and Brookline, and just recently I spotted this perfect little cafe, with its white brick walls and well thought out floor-plan calling me into its charm, inviting me in for a stay. I knew that I had to finally see it for myself once I saw this post, and so a few weeks ago I went. I walked in the doors one Tuesday evening to the most delightful, simple space. I took a few photos, got a dinner to go, and have been thinking about it ever since.
The place is Rifrullo, and it is the loveliest. Real food, hearty goodness, delicious.
Last night I went again, and this time I stayed for a long time. I picked out some treats, then soaked in the cozy light and read my book for awhile— a cookie and hot chocolate for the win.
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