Bowring

I’ll be honest with you, I don’t think of Bowring often and when I do, it’s generally because I’m dreaming about redecorating my whole house to look more like a dramatic soap opera set. You know, if I ever need a giant, all wood globe that opens up to reveal a full bar set, I know Bowring has got me covered. I blame this prejudice on years of mall Bowrings. Dartmouth Crossing Bowring? Well, you’re a whole other story.
Is it still a little over the top? Sure. Is it still packed with older ladies with a certain affinity for all things sparkly, glass, reflective, and containing design elements based around the Eiffel Tower and high heeled shoes? Absolutely. But for serious… I kind of go to a whole different level when I’m in this store. And when I’m on that level, I want everything.
Brie bakers? Gimme. Dual paned martini glasses? Gimme gimme. Wine decanters the size of my torso? Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme. It might be pricy. I’m not really sure. I kind of just black out until after the credit card is swiped, so I’m not sure. Still, I managed to check off more than a couple Christmas gifts here for my fellow cheese and wine lovers without completely breaking the bank. I think.
Main gripe: no carts, baskets, or offers of help when you’re awkwardly juggling about $ 200 in breakable glass in your arms.