Well, yes, of course it’s touristy. But then, we were tourists and, more to the point, it was great fun. Not great food unfortunately – but great fun. We loved the casual nature of the place, the buzz – the long dining room tables which you share with others. And the home style in which the food is offered – although, if I’m honest, our own home style isn’t quite as rustic as Durgin Park’s.
Both of us went with beef – a pot roast and a 16oz rib. The former was the better bet – long cooked and very flavoursome (it was, presumably, brisket). The rib was very tender and perfectly cooked to the requested medium rare, but it was very lacking in the flavour department. And swimming in a lake of thin, not very pleasant, gravy. Mashed potatoes were excellent. Carrots were not so much “al dente” as simply undercooked. We also took an order of Boston baked beans. Well, it’d be a sin not to. These were good – sweet and savoury at the same time. Really good.
Unusually for us, we found desserts to be the better of the courses. Two local classics – Indian Pudding and Boston Cream Pie. Both good in their own ways. The pie, actually a sponge cake, filled with a light cream and topped with a none too sweet chocolate. The pudding just the sort of comfort food you’d want on a chilly night. Heavy, rib-sticking and tooth-achingly sweet – I loved it.