I happened to be in Boston on Wednesday for a meeting and stayed over night ( The Lenox - not quite Ma Mcgraw's flop house, but not a huge amount better. Great concierge though )
As I was there for a night, Abbylovi in NY hooked me up with a couple of Boston CH's in the cackling form of Yum Yum and Galleygirl. In less enlightened times two shrieking harridans like this would have had weights put on them until they could weave no more satanic spells, but I rearranged the words Port,storm, in, any, a and agreed to meet them at The East Coast Grill.
The recognised me by my description ( like Omar Sharif without the looks or the money ) and I soon joined them at the bar where it was apparent that they were already a few drinks to the good.
I ordered a martini and when I asked the bartender how he made them he replied " how hard is it to make a martini?" In you case sonny, too fucking hard. It was dreadful.
Things rapidly improved as flanked by the tow boston lovelies we perused the wine list. A GREAT selection and we moved on to a Napa Sangiovese a steal at $36. We also ordered two portions of the tuna taco's. They were delicious and the chunks of avocado offered an interesting texture with the tuna
Taking a table ( not literally you understand, I mean like in a sitting down kind of way, although Galley girl was in a falling down kind of way by this stage ) we ordered main courses ( Monkfish, tuna and spit roast pork chop ) there are few words in the English language I like more than "spit Roast" unless they include the words "Britney" and "nasty". The chop did not disappoint, wonderfully cooked and served with an excellent stuffing. The fish I was allowed to taste by the two human vacum cleaners was also very good. A side order of burnt ends was not bad but they had over vinegared the sauce to my taste.
We drank another bottle of excellent red ( a ribero del duero ) @ $46 per bottle also a steal.
Finally, we staggered out of there a few sheets to the wind.
Abbylovi had said spending an evening with thee two would be an education. It was, as I came out I said to myself " That taught me a lesson" but on the whole they are good people and ones I would happily meet again on their day release scheme from prison.
I like Boston a lot. If only someone would have warned me it was so fucking cold