Seems as though Stoddard’s in Nonantum is a pale creature of its formal self.
Though why they ever thought it would work there is beyond me.
It took over a space that was dedicated to fly fishing, (that died, suprisingly) , and a space even less conducive to traffic than their spot in the the old Copley Place.
But at least that place had a woman who could sharpen like a dream.
I can do it myself but havent the time or inclination currently.