The first time I visited Nine, the Beacon Hill restaurant that was formerly, famously No. 9 Park, it was late August 2025, a week and a half after the restaurant opened. I would return four more times over the next nine months, the amount of time it takes to gestate a full human, and possibly a restaurant. During that period, I unwittingly became an actor in this review. I won’t say unwillingly, because that wouldn’t be entirely true. Sometimes life happens and one goes along for the ride.