True, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Once upon a time, fishermen couldn't give away their catch of ugly Patagonian toothfish. That brings us to A League of Our Own, a wonderful downtown supper club whose inapt name provides no meaningful cues or clues to this first-rate operation. The name, of course, derives from the 1992 Tom Hanks movie A League of Their Own , about a women's professional baseball league. Talk about connotations.
People are wrong.
But you don't need tickets to Symphony Hall or America West Arena as an excuse to dine at A League of Our Own. This place is good enough to stand on its own as a genuine downtown destination spot. The cool, smartly furnished lounge is a terrific spot for a 5 o'clocktail or post-event drink. The kitchen swings, too. But you won't be dining on golden oldies.