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Dudley Square | Silver Line

Incubating a slew of "dude, try it" delights

By LIGAYA TICHY

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Situated at the clusterfuck convergence of a gazillion MBTA bus lines, there are myriad ways of ending up in Dudley Square ... yet how often does one ride on till last stop? This multiethnic nabe lies excessively under the radar, though we managed to scrounge up some sweet gems for perusal. Consider this a call to action, as there's oh-so-much more to be yelped!

Fuel your muse by following Brian D's arrow to the Berwick Research Institute [14 Palmer St., Roxbury. 617.442.4200. berwickinstitute.org], "sowing art in the bitter soil of Boston since 2001," a whoopie pie factory transmogrified into an experimental incubator and creative performance space.

Hungry? Reshay F claims that her hip grandpappy used to go the Silver Slipper [2387 Washington St., Roxbury. 617.442.4853], this "ol' school joint," to get his oxtail on. But if you dare, the Jamaican spice at Pepper Pot [208 Dudley St., Roxbury. 617.445.4409. pepperpotrestaurant.com] has been known to give Devon W a shake. She's also sweet on the funky Haley House Bakery Café [12 Dade St., Roxbury. 617.445.0900. haleyhouse.org], a five-star Olivia C fave that serves up "spankin' fresh organic soul food with a cause." In it to win it, we are.

 

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