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Focusing on the Dot with realtor Larry Gettings

…dotted by Bekki

“We should focus … Dorchester.”

Larry and I are a dangerous combination: we are both hilarious, we both have beautiful flowing tresses, and we both love to gab.  The gabbing part is what usually gets me and the realtor in trouble; on this particular evening, we are trying to talk about the neighborhoods of Dorchester, but keep getting sidetracked.  Have I mentioned the amazing paintings in his office? Or his cool new sign graphic? It looks like a fence AND a row of houses!

Larry Gettings of The Real Estate Group outside the Carruth, 1910 Dorchester Avenue

“We should focus … on Dorchester.”

I called my friend Larry Gettings of The Real Estate Group because I needed a geography lesson.  All this DottieHotties “discovering of Boston’s best kept secret” has highlighted my shortcomings in the Where is That? category.  As one of the top five real estate offices in Dorchester, I figured he and his business partner Milo Tavoliero could show me how to know a Hill from a Corner and Park from a Point.

I pulled up a chair in their Carruth building office, and was prepared to get to work.  Focusing … on the neighborhoods of Dorchester.  Innocently, I gave him a little DottieHotties history lesson.  It all started at Flat Black, the cafe also located at the Carruth.  Leslie, Meghann and I gathered at the cozy cafe for our first official meeting of the minds; two coffees and and a chai later our misson was born.

Naturally a conversation about Flat Black lead us to Tavolo, the Carruth’s neighbohood restaurant.  My mister and I had recently enjoyed their Spreadables appetizer and a moment of reverence for its whipped ricotta was held by all.

Tavolo, 1918 Dorchester Avenue

“We should really focus … on the neighborhoods … of Dorchester.”

An hour of frantic scribbling later, and we had made some progress.  We moved outside to take some photos and were met with a new challenge: Larry’s friendly demeanor.  As we circled the building, from his office towards the Ashmont T station, he greeted just each and every person that we passed.  As a resident of the Carruth himself, he is about as neighborly as they get.

Joe Wheelright's "Sleeping Moon" at the entrance of the Ashmont T Station

Eventually there was a lull in foot traffic, and I was able to take his portrait.  We bid each other a fond farewell, and I headed home.  As I unfolded my notes I realized three things.  First, I am really bad at focusing.  Secondly, these gentlemen really know how to highlight the amazing aspects of Dorchester and third, there was no way I was going to fit all of this into one post.

My frantic attempts to keep up with Larry and Milo as they give me a lesson in Dorchester geography

Each month, the DottieHotties will focus on highlighting one of  Dorchester’s varied neighborhoods.  It was my pleasure to begin this adventure by spending an evening soaking up the Carruth’s community.  With a snug cafe like Flat Black, a tempting restaurant like Tavolo, a gleaming new T station and a good friend like Larry Gettings, it would be hard to imagine a better way to begin.

The Carruth by Bruce T. Martin Photography, 508-655-7557

For even more reasons to love living in Dorchester, read Boston City Councilor — and Carruth resident — Ayanna Pressley’s interview in Boston Magazine.


Larry Gettings

The Real Estate Group

1908 Dorchester Avenue


Dorchester-Milton Restaurant Week

…dotted by Bekki

“Is it babysitter worthy?”

In our home, deeming an event Babysitter-Worthy is the highest possible compliment one can bestow.  It suggests a level of excitement and importance normally reserved for weddings, things requiring tickets and ultrasounds.  This year, I am bound and determined to add a fourth item to our B-Worthy list…Dorchester-Milton Restaurant Week.

The spirit has been willing since it’s inception in 2010, but in the past our schedule has been weak.  Now, with the super hottie dotties counting on me, I have just enough gumption to make it happen.  Nine local restaurants are offering three-course meals for $30.12, and we are going to fill up.  Now we just have the delightful problem of choosing a restaurant.  I shall pause while you heap pity on me; just cover me with dead leaves.

The Blarney Stone was one of the first places we ever discovered in Dorchester, and it quickly became a favorite.  We ate there a lot.  Then we became parents, and life as we know it ceased to exist.   I miss the Blarney Stone, and would really like to see it again.  Perhaps it will be like visiting the fountain of youth?  Eating at 224 Boston Street was another one of our pre-kiddo adventures.  I remember having a cozy, comforting and delicious meal — three adjectives that sound perfect for a polar night in January.

We ate at Dbar soon after it opened, and I can recall the sophisticated atmosphere and yummy hummus plate.  I absolutely am a fan of hummus, and I would absolutely like to pretend to be sophisticated.  Maybe we should use our night out to eat at Dbar?  In the meantime, I should absolutely check my fridge for chick peas.

I am guessing that Tavolo will get my husband’s vote, as he is partial to soaking in the neighborhood atmosphere at the expansive bar; he loves to people watch.  However, I love sugar, and have an intimate relationship with dessert.  The Ashmont Grill dessert menu is beyond ambrosial…so perhaps my mouth full of sweet teeth will lead us there?

Ledge Kitchen and Drinks is adored by all who enter, and one of my favorite chefs is their biggest cheerleader.  She knows most of the staff, and gets us the inside scoop on menu specialties.  As soon as this posts my phone will chime with a detailed text, outlining the many reasons why we should eat at Ledge.  She does have impeccable taste.

Lastly we arrive at the wild cards:  Savin Bar + Kitchen, Abby Park and 88 Wharf.  We have never feasted at these joints, and have heard lovely rumors about all three.  In our quest to have a wild and carefree weeknight — shouldn’t we try something new?

If only I could ponder these selections forever, but we must choose our path soon.  Alas, the fairy-tale of Dorchester-Milton Restaurant week will be over at the stroke of midnight on January 30th; and frankly, my babysitter will turn into a pumpkin by about 10:15.