You know those visions of a warm hideaway that hold permanent residency in your mind, the ones of you wiggling your toes in white sand and preparing to dive into water so blue it stuns you into silence? The essence of good vibes and relaxation? I’m excited to tell you they aren’t as unattainable as they seem.
Frenchie is nestled into the lower level of a brownstone building on Tremont Street, inviting with its name set in a white neon sign. My friends and I sought quick shelter from the blustery evening, and were immediately taken by the warmth of the cleanly decorated space, a minimalistic Parisian approach.