FAR OUT: Grilled Berkshire pork chop is a
blast from the past.
This is the kind of restaurant that I’ve always loved and haven’t found in a long time: a plain place with good food, and prices that let you explore the menu.
The Beehive is a maze of rooms and nooks and galleries under a dome that you can’t see from inside, a bit like an actual beehive. (The name is a literal translation of La Ruche, a vaguely circular building in Paris rebuilt in the early 20th century as a gathering place for starving artists and poets.) But with the right kind of food and service, this space has turned into something so comfortably bohemian and fun that it’s been crowded since it opened this past summer. It’s loud — all new restaurants are — but here the loudness feels right.
So what’s the right kind of service for the Beehive? Youthful, enthusiastic, quick, and not overly elegant. And the food? Bar snacks, small plates, and some moderately priced entrées of no particular theme but lots of flavor. My favorite was “sloppy lasagna” ($18), about the ugliest bowl of noodles I’ve ever seen, though it had nice ribbons of pasta in a sauce well-flavored with Italian sausage and ricotta. It’s comfort food of high order, and a classic illustration of how some of the best-tasting dishes cannot be made visually appealing.
Essential to any place that hopes to attract young artists and poets is a large, refilled bread basket. Here slices of sourdough evoke Parisian bread and are complemented by sweet butter. A garlic, mozzarella, and tomato flatbread appetizer ($9) is not huge and is based on cracker bread so thin you couldn’t really call it pizza, but the tomatoes were fresh and seasonal. Tomato salad with basil and Greek yogurt ($10) is also fine, with three kinds of heirloom tomatoes and a dandy dressing with some fresh basil added. Fried calamari and oysters ($12) actually include some fried vegetables, plus a bit of hot pepper in the batter and a bit more in a dip. The kielbasa pig-in-a-blanket with sauerkraut ($9) comes with mustard, but the garlic sausage is so nicely selected and cooked with its pastry coat that I could devour it as is. The only weak appetizer I found was the summer-vegetable salad ($9), which treats long, thin batons of zucchini and yellow summer squash as salad vegetables. Even with a green garlicky dressing, I’m not buying that.
The Beehive | 541 Tremont Street, Boston | Open daily, 5 pm–1 am (bar open until 2 am) | AE, MC, VI | Full bar | Valet parking, $15 | Sidewalk-level access to upstairs dining room; down full flight of stairs to large rooms | 617.423.0069
But don’t miss the bohemian platter ($23), a fabulous antipasto with some Middle Eastern influences that bow nicely to the old Syrian-immigrant quarter of the South End. Its most amazing ingredient is a heap of roasted grapes (you’ll just have to try them), but there’s lots more: a slice of eggplant stuffed with parmesan cheese; a slice of Spanish potato omelet; pea tendrils; Armenian string cheese; an aged cheese like Asiago; Italian-antipasto-style Genoa salami, mortadella, and prosciutto; fresh tomato salad; slices of a French-style garlic sausage; pickled Middle Eastern cucumber; and several kinds of olives. It’s an abundance of interesting flavors that is truly appetizing.