Boston

I once again donned my blazer and shiny shoes and cast off for another metropolitan adventure that, like New York City, was way, way, way above of my means. Pretending to be ritzy is not a very economical hobby. This trip was the birthday present of a close friend, so I was fortunate enough to tag along as the sponsored “plus one” in this foray. My friend is a history nut, so the primary goal of the trip was historical immersion. We followed Boston’s Freedom Trail, visiting Old North Church, Old State House, Old South Meeting House, King’s Chapel, Faneuil Hall, the Paul Revere House, an assortment of cemeteries, and the U.S.S. Constitution museum. 

We inadvertently found ourselves on the tail of Paul Revere, whose presence seemed to festoon every site we visited in the form of self-forged church bells, patriotic speeches, church pews, gravestones, and gold coinage. When wandering around the old stomping grounds of Revere and his Bostonian contemporaries, one is reminded of a fraternity or an old boy’s club. Imagine curling up your wig, slipping into a ruffled waistcoat, and joining your closest friends and neighbors in a rousing evening of national revolution and a game of whist.  Something about the atmosphere of these halls made their occupants seemed so ordinary.  It takes their achievements out of the clouds and puts them on a shelf within reach. Maybe there’s not really much difference between them and me. After all, I also really like tea.

We rounded out our trip with brief yet overwhelming visits to the Museum of Fine Arts, the Harvard Natural History Museum, the Museum of Science, the New England Aquarium, and the skywalk at Prudential Center. Penguins, skeletons, stained glass, oil paintings with gold-inlaid frames, skylines, taxidermy, sharks, etc. That’s brief, diverse, and over-generalized, and that’s what it felt like. Can’t wait to go back to spend some real quality time at each of these places.

Finally, the food in Boston is fantastic, and we had the pleasure of enjoying many of these meals with close friends who we had the chance to catch up with. I had the exact same breakfast two mornings in a row at Parker’s Restaurant in the historic Omni Parker House hotel. I thought that Manhattan’s Upper West Side, being the fallback until Jerusalem works out, had the world’s best bagels and lox. I would now have to go with Parker’s in Boston as #1. Parker’s is also inventor of the Boston Cream Pie, which is dang tasty. I had possibly the best seafood fra diavolo in existence at Ristorante Saraceno, a gem of a restaurant that we discovered accidentally on the way to Paul Revere’s. This lunch was probably the highlight of the entire Boston trip for me. Yes, even better than penguins.

The trip was mentally, aurally, orally, and olfactorally stimulating, but I think you know what a city looks like. I'll post twice as many pictures when I end up going somewhere visually stimulating and have a camera. Thanks for reading!

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