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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Trailer Trad Raleigh: Boylan Bungelows

Boylan Heights is a little enclave that sits in the shadows of the Raleigh downtown but it's quite overlooked by many who aspire to live 'Inside the Beltline.' Funky without being overly-so, the neighborhood was built at the turn of the 20th Century and retains nearly all of the Sears Roebuck houses and other shingle-style homes of the period without being too "Ye Olde-ified." Hmm... could be a nice little walk or bike to work for your's truly one of these days....
 
I stopped  by a teeny little farmer's market in the Boylan Heights neighborhood on my walk and had a great time talking with the North Carolina farmers about their produce and meat. Chinese cabbage, radishes, purple green beans, and assorted peppers for Lil' Bean and fresh, free-range bratwursts for me. Went straight German with Brats in beer with an onion and then I popped in the fresh, purple beans which turned the more familiar green as they pan cooked in the carmelized demi-glaze. What a fantastic, classic Octoberfest meal served with a nice Sierra Nevada Torpedo. "Strong performance Dad," was Little Bean's critique. 


Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Springtime Inside The Beltline In Olde Raleigh

One of the benefits of working where I do is the ability to go for a walk in the surrounding neighborhood. On a nice spring day recently, I decided to snap some pictures.
Walking down quiet, leafy streets it would be easy to assume that this neighborhood was a commuter town; lived in by tony commuters who jump on the morning train for their daily hour ride. Nope. You could walk downtown in ten minutes from this neighborhood in Raleigh.
Raleigh is kind of a 'Government and Gown' town and thus may not have wealthy neighborhoods comparable to Myers Park in Charlotte, for example. -But, as you can see, we're not that shabby either...
Members only... A certain fraternal organization with a colorful, legendary history has a wonderful, field stone meeting place near my office. No shadowy conspiracies hatched there. No good ol' boy puppet masters ruling over the town while conducting Byzantine rituals in costume. Nope.