🇺🇸 Boston | Dalí & Dalí 🎨🍽️

The other day, I rushed to the MFA on the very last day of the Dalí exhibition.💕 I squeezed into a not-so-big gallery packed with people, looking at those fascinating paintings together. Because it was so crowded, I actually took my time reading every word on the wall. Surrealism, the unconscious, Freud, dreams, death, God, and… “I’m the greatest.” I loved how the MFA placed some early works that influenced Dalí alongside his own – it helped me understand the roots of his weirdness. After a long loop, the crowd still lingered, and the words on the wall seemed to have more to say. Then I remembered – I had a date with another Dalí.😂 So I fought my way out, grabbed a cab, and fled. “I thought you loved Dalí – why’d you run off so fast?” On the way to the restaurant, my friend reminded me: “Today was the last day of the exhibition! Starting tomorrow – it’s gone forever!” “I know. But at 6:30 PM today, I prefer the other Dalí.”❤️ The edible one. Are these two Dalís related? I wondered on the way. Turns out, yes – the drink menu gave it away: “Dalí ’89”. 1989 was the last year Dalí existed in this world. Which means, since 1990, there has been no Dalí!😍 I mimicked my friend’s tone, then devoured a whole plate of garlic shrimp while he was still processing – so good we wiped it clean with bread. “Which means, from this moment on, there will be no more garlic shrimp on this table!” If you hesitate any longer, the nutty, chewy Iberian ham will be gone too!😊 “Hey, wait—” he said, quickly eating a freshly served mussel – creamy, with a surprising hint of green pepper. Kinda like that Dalí. “So you’re saying everything fades?” he asked.👌 No no no – I’m saying this peach-glazed lamb chop isn’t gamey at all. Even I, who can’t usually eat lamb, took a bite. And then it was gone. “So we should cherish the moment, right?” he continued. I think this duck is just okay, don’t you?😒 “Leave no regrets.” He grew more confident. No – leave something behind! I slapped the table. He jumped.🤣 Leave room for dessert! Even though the almond cake and chocolate mousse were a bit too sweet. “Are you drunk?” he whispered. Maybe. But the point isn’t to leave nothing – it’s to leave something. You leave your card behind. You leave the tip behind. And you leave all your regrets behind.😁 Like Dalí did – after ’89, he left behind those bizarre paintings. Like Dalí did – after midnight, he left behind that rich sauce with a hint of green pepper. Create something – no matter how small.🎶 Send it into the river of time, let it stay there alongside the greats. Don’t be afraid. #BostonEats #BostonLife #FoodDiary #ArtAndFood #Dalí #SurrealDining 🖼️🍤🔥