South Street Station, Boston |
This time around I came to Boston on the spur of the moment. One of my oldest friends is a commercial airline pilot and he was flying into Boston and invited me to visit. In one of life's happy accidents, given that I was on holidays already, I could make the mid-week trip without any problems. My Amtrak train was 25 minutes late getting into Boston however, so I dragged my suitcase straight to Captain's hotel and met up with him and the flight crew for a few drinks at their hotel's Irish bar before they turned in for the evening.
The airline's hotel of choice is on the Boston waterfront, right by the super-modern and enormous Convention Center where, on previous visits, I've attended both a classy wine expo, and then a crazy motorcycle expo - with bonus beef jerky! There must have been another convention in town this week, because hotel rates were astonishingly high at all the hotel properties on that side of the river.
Omni Parker House |
The Omni Parker House chef also invented the state dessert of Massachusetts in the Hotel's kitchens. It is called the Boston Cream Pie and it's actually a cake, not a pie - but of course I had to have one during my visit. Delicious! I also made the somewhat fateful decision to enjoy the hospitality of the award-winning whiskey bar located in the hotel lobby, called The Last Hurrah. They certainly know their way around the whiskey bottles, and they're very generous hosts, let me tell you.
I was nursing a somewhat sorry head early the following morning, when Captain met me at my hotel and we set off for our sight-seeing adventure. I put Captain in charge of the map immediately, and we wandered over to the tourist drawcards of Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market, as well as the site of the 1770 Boston Massacre, and we did some souvenir shopping along the way.
The grave of Mary Goose, who inspired the "Mother Goose" myth |
Our walk from the Granary Burying Ground led us directly into Boston Common, a free public park spread out over almost 50 acres. Kids were splashing around in the Tadpole Pool, where the water only comes up their ankles, and there was a popular playground and carousel getting a lot of attention too. Hard to believe that public hangings used to take place here (up until 1817) and livestock used to graze on the lush, green lawns until as recently as the early 1830s. These days however, joggers and cyclists make full use of the many well-tended footpaths around Boston Common, and there are historical monuments and sculptures to look at along the way.
The swan boats in the Public Garden, across from Boston Common |
All our walking around had worked up quite a thirst, so it was logical that we would call in to the famous Cheers bar. If you're a fan of the TV show, as I am, you will definitely recognise that exterior shot. I indulged in a delicious icy-cold beer which went down a treat, and the gift shop isn't bad either.
At this point in the day I had been talking up a fantastic seafood restaurant that I felt we needed to visit for lunch. Fortunately Captain's map-reading skills far exceed my own (but whose don't!?) and before long we pulled up to the wonderful Barking Crab restaurant, right on the Boston waterfront.
I came to this great little restaurant on my first visit to Boston and had my very first taste of clam chowder. It must have made a real impression because I bought my cousin here on a subsequent visit, and I was really keen to share it with Captain too. Fortunately he was quite taken with the rich and creamy clam chowder and the enormous Alaskan king crab legs, and my lobster roll was just the perfect meal for me.
Captain's flight out of Boston was later that evening, so we parted ways after our lunch and I headed over to the Boston Tea Party Ships and Museum, which we could see from the Barking Crab. I didn't buy a ticket to the Museum itself which I do regret, now that I've seen the website for the place. But nevertheless, I did relax for a while in the Abigail Smith Tearoom upstairs, and I sampled three delicious teas - including the recreation of two varieties that had actually been dumped into the Harbour in the Boston Tea Party incident of 1773. While I sipped the tea from my lofty vantage point, I could hear Museum visitors and the rowdy tour guides re-enacting Tea Party scenes, with frequent and resounding HUZZAHS! This Museum is a definite must-see for history buffs and their families.
Left in charge of my own navigation from here, I trudged back over the bridge in the general direction of my Hotel, stopping off at the historical Old South Meeting House. Given where I'd just come from, it was actually quite appropriate to call in there, as the Old South Meeting House was where the Boston Tea Party actually began. Colonists used to gather there for public meetings that would challenge British rule. As their gatherings grew larger, and anti-British sentiment grew more fervent, the American Revolution gathered steam. There are a couple of really interesting display boards inside the museum, and even some shout-outs to the women who helped shape the Revolution, at a time when women were really just seen but not heard. I was particularly taken by the gift shop downstairs, as well as the adjacent second-hand book store, where some books were only one dollar. Bargain!
You wouldn't think it was possible to still be hungry after all the eating and beer-drinking I had done up until this point. But clearly we have to get to know each other better because, frankly, there is always room for more food!
I was so proud of myself on Thursday evening, to consult my tourist map and actually get myself to The Union Oyster House, the oldest restaurant in the United States. In fact, such was my excitement to find the place, I even high-fived the hostess upon my arrival. Bless her heart, she didn't think I was weird at all.
The Union Oyster House has officially been operating as an oyster restaurant since 1826, but records suggest it was a dining establishment for at least 100 years before that. The place is now a national historical landmark, for obvious reasons. I came here on my most recent visit to Boston (a work trip) and dined like a queen in the upstairs dining room, where lucky patrons can still snag a seat in JFK's permanent booth. This time around, however, I just needed a half-dozen local oysters, and an icy-cold beer to take the edge of my appetite. Sitting at the tiny oyster-shucking bar just inside the front door, I had a lovely chat with a retired couple next to me, who are doing their "grey nomad" tour through the northeastern US, and had actually come back to the restaurant for the second night in a row. We were clearly kindred spirits.
On previous trips to Boston, I've been to the beautiful Museum of Fine Arts; I've cheered the Celtics to basketball victory at the TD Garden; and I've done a tour of Fenway Park - home of the famous Red Sox. I've also done a Samuel Adams brewery tour, which was a great way to see how the tasty local beverages are produced. As so often happens, time was just too short to see these places again, but I would never hesitate to come back to this wonderful city. Tourists call Boston "Bean Town" for the famous baked beans recipe that comes from here. But can you believe I still haven't tried them? Reason enough to come back, wouldn't you say?
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