“Charles Street is one of the most picturesque neighborhoods in the city. Tourists come from around the world to breathe in its rarified brahmin air; locals avail themselves of the bounty of high-end boutiques so precious you could snap them in half in your hands. Gliding down the gaslit, cobblestone streets framed by handsome, historic brick buildings decked out this time of year in holiday luminescence, it’s easy to imagine yourself playing a part in some idealized Capraesque vision of city life. Minus all the traffic and cabs blasting their horns, that is.
There’s also a wealth of dining options to choose from here, cozy Italian bistros and pizza shops in particular. Bars not so much, unless you’re partial to the quintessential dive bona fides of the Beacon Hill Pub, or the slouching collegiate charm of the Sevens. Perhaps it’s that dearth of bar real estate that made the Beacon Hill Hotel & Bistro such a welcome respite when we ducked in on a glacial December evening. The dry blast of warmth from the fireplace didn’t hurt either. Coupled with the flush on our cheeks and the smell in the air, the fire made us feel like we were coming home for a family holiday gathering, except no one criticized what we were wearing or pestered us about getting married.”