#grillo's

There was a day in my life when I sat down and ate an entire jar of pickles. It wasn't out of hunger, or even out of pride. It just happened. You see, I have a thing for a good pickle. Last weekend, Boston Calling Music Festival only egged me on, with its line-up of music that could only be cherished with a few pickles on hand.

When the weather went from icy rain storm to summer over the span of two days, I rang in the forecast with numerous visits to Grillo's Pickles, a Boston-based pickle operation. When the company isn't hand-packing pickle spears into jars, it spreads pickle joy out of a wooden cart. That very cart rolled into Government Center on Sunday, and I couldn't help but eye Grillo's in between acts. Throughout the day, I'd feast on spicy pickles--pervaded with dill, garlic--plucked straight from the bucket with a pair of tongs. These pickles came down with a crunch, and for a dollar a pop--for 2-3 spears depending on size--even the music couldn't keep me away. 

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