Day 12 & 13 - Off to Boston

One thing I forgot to mention about dinner with Raquel and Chris - we ordered in from their local pizza place - I think it was called I Love NY Pizza. Hart got a meatball parm sub, I got eggplant rollatini. Can I just say that it was amazing? Hart's meatballs were so light, so flavorful, and the bread was something you just can't seem to get in Texas. My eggplant was incredible - stuffed with spinach and ricotta, with a deceptively plain tomato sauce that was deeply delicious. Italian food on the East Coast - even low-rent red sauce/pizza dives, is just another animal from what we make do with in TX.

We headed east for toward Boston - actually, our AirBnB was in Malden, MA, just north of Boston. Apparently, this region is home to the super beef sandwich - it originated at a place called Kelly's, but there was a highly rated place called Fresco's a 2 minute walk from our place - it was so good we went back the next night.

Hart's Super Beef 3 Way and clam strips w/ tartar sauce

My Junior Beef, lettuce, tomato, mayo & pickles

Three way in the world of Massachusetts beef sandwiches means BBQ sauce, mayo, and cheese. A glorious mess.

We took the "T" into Boston proper, and soon found ourselves at the site of the Boston Massacre. Some consider this 1770 skirmish to be one of the first armed conflicts of the Revolution. Of course, it was mainly the British guards who were armed, and only colonists who died.

Paul Revere's famous depiction of the event.

The Boston Harbor looks very, very different than it did 1773, when the famous Boston Tea Party took place. There was one lone historic ship moored to a dock, amidst all kinds of modern infrastructure...didn't really evoke the history of the place. It was by guided tour only, and we saw from afar their "interactive" element...inviting guests to throw bundles of "tea" into the harbor. See them down there?

Hart getting his Sam Adams pose on

We walked on, stopping at Faneuil Hall (market and meeting hall since 1743) and the statue of Paul Revere mounted in front....

...pushing forward until we arrived at ye olde Union Oyster House - one of the oldest restaurants in the US, and once frequented by Daniel Webster.

Hart's clam chowder was pretty darn good...it had better be, for the usurious price we paid! My oysters were absolute perfection. Of course I forgot what they were called, but they were local, as were the cherrystone clams, which were large and briny.

We ended the tour with a visit to Paul Revere's house....

and headed back for Malden and another round of Fresco's goodness.

Hart is actually in Norway as I write this - I'm going to publish it and get his input later....