We spent this past weekend in the greater Boston area with our host and hostess with the mostest, Jean and Jay. Boston sure is chock full of history – and we appreciated this history to the fullest extent by lurching from eating establishment to eating establishment and looking at it out the window as we consumed mass quantities of food that had not been heated up in our RV microwave. In fact, this was the first time since we left Atlanta nearly two weeks ago that we abandoned the beast for more than a day or two – we parked it safely at a campground and rented a car to drive in to Boston, a wise move based on Boston’s notorious streets and drivers.
On Friday, we met Jean at Legal Seafoods in Cambridge and admired the MIT campus out the window as we ate clam chowder and drank sangria. From there we ventured down to Fenway Park, where Roxie celebrated the home of the Red Sox by falling asleep in her carrier.
On Friday, we met Jean at Legal Seafoods in Cambridge and admired the MIT campus out the window as we ate clam chowder and drank sangria. From there we ventured down to Fenway Park, where Roxie celebrated the home of the Red Sox by falling asleep in her carrier.
We actually walked from there to Boston Common by way of Newbury Street, Boston’s high-dollar shopping district, which was about a two-mile hike. To compensate for this exercise, we promptly went to lovely brew pub in Cambridge for dinner and ate duck sausage and drank pumpkin beer. The next day, we wanted to celebrate Boston’s history as a hub of international culture and its long years as a welcoming seaport for immigrants of many nations. We did this by eating ridiculous amounts of dim sum in Chinatown and then walking to the Italian neighborhood in the North End to buy pastry.
This was both DJ and Roxie’s first dim sum experience, and they both rocked out with some killer hum bao (Chinese barbeque pork in a sweet dough) and other items selected by Jay.
On the way to the North End, we saw Faneuil Hall, the State House, and some other historical stuff about Paul Revere and Sam Adams, but really, how can one compare seeing authentic Revolutionary War landmarks to the sugar-laden glory that is a “Lobster Tail” from Mike’s Pastry? I was remiss in not getting a picture of this delicacy – it is flaky triangular baked thing about 17 inches long and piped full of sweetened ricotta and pastry cream. I guess you guys will just have to settle for this picture of us in front of some statue instead. (Sam Adams in front of Faneuil Hall for those who care about patriots more than pastry.) Roxie also chose to celebrate this historical site by sleeping in her carrier.
To complete our food-induced-coma tour, Jean and Jay invited us for dinner last night, and we had a lovely night reminiscing about high school and eating prime rib and sweet potato casserole, as well as the pastry Lobter Tail. They took us on a late night tour through Harvard Square, so once again, we were able to appreciate the history of this city as we sat on our well-satiated behinds. I love this town.
2 comments:
We did the same things with Wendy on the pretext of looking for colleges - we walked the walk following the footprints around town and ended up in some great restaurants while wishing for some of the things on Newbury Street that we couldn't afford. We had Parker House Rolls as well as Boston Cream Pie and a meal at Legal as well as some joint in Faneuil Hall. We loved Boston!
Aunt Caryl
Luckily you bought two Lobster tails! Look here.
I took a picture and then promptly ate the whole thing. Ughh..
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