The Quin’ House, Boston, MA USA

Enjoyed at the unique and creative The Quin House in Boston, a members only private club.

I was invited to The ‘Quin House specifically to enjoy their club sandwich while catching up with a friend and learning about new ad tech.

What could be better than tech talk over a club in a club?

I had been to The ‘Quin House on many occasions – and before that, to its predecessor, The Algonquin Club, over a dozen times. The architects and designers of The ‘Quin absolutely *crushed* it, creating such an inviting and inspiring atmosphere that no matter where you were in the building, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of awesomeness wash over you.

If I didn’t have a 4 year old and 1.5 year old, I would love to be a member, but alas, it is hard to find time to escape my family routine and enjoy a social club in Boston enough to make a membership worth it… so I will be relegated to “guest” status for the foreseeable future.

My companion and I sat down for lunch on the second floor, a grand room with great ambiance that compelled you to focus on the moment and dig into your intellectual side. Just a fantastic space to enjoy company and conversation.

We caught up on tech and side hustles as we waited for our club sandwiches to arrive.

Uniquely plated, the size, shape, and structure of this club sandwich aroused the same curiosity that the interior design of The ‘Quin House evoked. One might call it haphazardly structured, another might call it art. Each quarter was a different proportion, but the ingredients were seemingly evenly distributed in each minus the 3rd slice of bread, which was nearly touching the top slice. Most importantly, however, the ingredients were all quite solid. Meaty, flavor rich bacon, moist turkey, a lovely fried egg, decent tomato, average yet well baked pan de mie… all, sadly, drowning in a strong “herb” mayonnaise that almost felt not just unnecessary, but the wrong sauce to compliment The ‘Quin House’s uniqueness.

I didn’t fully comprehend the tomato on top of the sandwich. It was a cute garnish, but unlike a gherkin placed atop, it felt weird eating the tomato solo, especially when there was one already within the club sandwich. Contrast to the art amassed along the walls at The ‘Quin house, this tomato atop the club sandwich simply added no value to the property.

I thoroughly enjoyed the meal with my friend, and thanked him profusely for the experience. We set a date to catch up again, and I left the club full of club, and content.

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