Blue hair at night, diner’s delight. See no blue hair, diner beware.
“Santos is in the house,” a friend says as I slide beside her into a plush curved booth at Back Bay Harry’s, a new restaurant where the seating treats anyone like a VIP. The booths are covered in sea-foam green, and they are extremely lounge-worthy. The restaurant — formerly Geoffrey’s, before that, Laurel — looks luminous in this iteration, with brass chandeliers, mirrors, and chevron-patterned columns glimmering with pearlescent tile.