A dreary day in Boston can be made great by little things that mean a lot. The Red Sox beat the crap out of Atlanta (we don't talk about the night game), the Provost and his wife opened up their house and pantry to us and made us a part of their family, the cab driver got turned on to sfogliatella which he has never had hot or cold (you must eat it hot!) and we had a terrific (fantastic) meal at Troquet and tasted some terrific wines. The food was superb, I had veal cheeks in a wine reduction sauce that was more tender than spring buds, a cavatelli with mushroom and truffle appetizer that surrounded the sinuses with aroma, and my wife had the roasted suckling pig plate that knocked her socks off! Good food with new friends, a selection of both pinots and syrahs that complemented the foods in a big way, and late night walks back to the hotel to NOT worry about work the next day. Good happens, doesn't it?