I'm now on the night train home to DC after a weekend in New England, and a report on my food experiences in Boston is in order.
I arrived on Thursday at lunchtime, ready for a real lobster roll, and I indeed found one at Yankee Lobster, which happened to be not too far from the rental car agency. I also had a cup of clam chowder, quite tasty, I could taste the bacon they used, though it wasn't so strong it drowned out the taste of the clams. The fries with the lobster roll were also good, as usual, New England knows how to make fried food, but the portion size was way too large. I ended up leaving half of them, and I still felt bloated on my drive north.
Arriving back in Boston today, I checked my bags at South Station and headed out to town around 4. My fiorst stop was the famous (or infamous) Drink for a pre dinner cocktail. I warmed up with their version of an old fashioned, and then challenged them to make something with slivovitz. Apparently that's too ethnic for the young hipsters who have started this cocktail craze, as they didn't have any. So I asked them to try something with moonshine/white lightning, i.e. spirit whisky. The bartender repsonded with a delicious concoction made with triple sec, vermouth, and an oat whisky distlled in, of all places, Utah. (http://www.highwest.com/) She gave me a small sample of of the whisky, it was some of the smoothest "white dog" I've ever had. I wanted to check out the kitchen, too, as well as get something in my stomach to soak up the booze, so II ordered felafel. They were very nice, perhaps not spiced as much as you might get on the Middle eats, but fried to non-greasy perfection. Again, it's that special New England touch with fried foods. I still remember a clam plate I had around 1982 in some roadside dner on US 1 north north oof Boston near the intersection with Mass 128.
OK, so the two drinks were enough for me, as I wanted to remain upright for the rest of the evening, so I walked along the harbor to the North End to try out the Daily Catch. Luck was with me (arriving well before 6 PM also helped), and I had no wait at all. Decisions, decisions, lots of tasty sounding stuff on the chalkboard menu., I decided on the Sicilian mussels and an appetizer sized portion of the black pasta aglio olio (sauteed in garlic and olive oil with chopped calamari). with a glass of Chianti to wash it down.Oh, was it good! And the place was a trip, with the cooking right in front of you, plus U shared a table with three local guys who apparentyl ordered the same as I did. We talked a bit about where else to eat in the North End, and the suggested checking out the restaurants on Salem St, as they thought that Hanover St was a bit too touristy. They also suggested finishing up at Mike's Pastry, which was my intention, as a guy at work had turned me on to them some years before, and my plan was to buy a box of cookies for my workmates. The waiter, however, thought that Modern Pastry was a better choice, because he claimed the Mikes used reconstituted ricotta in the cannolis. In the end, I went to Mike's becuase I was't buying cannolis, anyway. Then I checked out Salem street and caught the T back to South Station. And here I am between Rt. 128 and Providence, and I think I'm going to get a cup of coffee and one of the Mikes macaroons for dessert.
So ends my annual trip through Boston.