Fire and Ice

I realize all my posts have been about baseball, so I thought I'd take a few lines to wax poetic about the restaurant Fire and Ice. If you've never been, I highly recommend it. And if you're a college student, or an Emerson College graduate whose school identification card lists no graduation date (why don't they do this??), you can eat anything you want on Monday's for $10. It's college night, and it rocks. 

Anyhow, the restaurant features ample selections -- burgers, chicken tenderloin, fish, fruit, sausage and salad-bar type counters teeming with various kinds of pasta -- all at your fingertips, or more aptly your hands. Instead of ordering your meal, you simply walk up to the salad-bar counters (what are these things called?) pile the raw food onto a plate and walk it over to a massive, oval shaped grill located in the center of the room. The chefs, usually a sprightly bunch of late-20-somethings unafraid of creeping on random girls, throw your food onto the grill and cook it entertainingly -- usually they twirl spatulas in the air, or better yet frisbee-toss cheese slices onto your burger while standing 5-feet clear of the intended patty. 

After devouring your first plate, the cycle repeats.