beantown checklist
lobstah, beans, and chowdah - and our cheesy selves.day 3 - say it! chowdah!
after a restless night on my 35 sleep number bed we cracked our backs and packed our bags. i've been to boston many times, and each time i see a little something new, but this time i had a checklist of things to see and do - including my last glutenous indulgence.
i wanted to see if i would like boston any better than new york city - not hard, given my dislike for all things dirty, crowded, old and roach infested. always eager to please, dan took me through the really nice areas of boston, not the stinky, moldy, and dangerous areas - which are just behind the previously mentioned dislikes on my list. we wandered through boston common and dan told me the story of "make way for ducklings" then through beacon hill to the freedom trail. we witnessed new citizens being sworn in at fanieul hall. we shopped. we saw the holocaust memorial, made locally relatable by noting how many catholics died in resistance to the nazis. this was all lovely. time for lunch!!
there is a simpson's episode in which the kennedy-esqe politico character assaults a waiter because of his mispronunciation of chowder. for years this has been one of our favorite quotes: "say it! chowdah!" in berlin we happened upon this episode dubbed into german. in this case the waiter was pronouncing suppe (pronounced zu-pah in high german) with a regional accent. "say it! chowdah!" became "sagen Sie! suppe!" we now have a new favorite quote. but i digress.
goal #1 finished - yes, i like boston better than nyc. we moved on to goal #2 - have my last taste of gluten via my most favorite soup in the world - clam chowder. boston is the place to get it. i even asked locals and researched the best place in all of boston to have clam chowder. while we were soaking up the local fare we opted for a lobster lunch with chowder and boston baked beans at the union oyster house, the oldest restaurant in america.
mmmmmmmm... sagen Sie! suppe! i can't describe my joy. i will mourn the loss of real clam chowder for the rest of my days. *sigh*
goals #1 and 2 - check. now to the old north end for goal #3 and some gelato.
when i was in fourth grade i wrote a report on paul revere. since then i have wanted to see his house, but for some reason or another, every time i have been in boston there are other things to do or see that trump paul. not this time. after walking past multiple signs for the house and a detour to the old north church we made it. i was so excited. we were finally going to see paul revere's house! then todd called and we spent a good 30 minutes in paul revere's courtyard. in the end, the house wasn't nearly as interesting as i had built it up to be so the interruption in excitement was for the best. but now i can say i've seen it, and learned just a little more about this great land of ours... or something like that.
so, goals accomplished and gelato in hand, dan and i set off on the highway toward the cape, where we missed the HOV lane entrance and sat in traffic for a few hours before crossing the sagamore bridge and cruising to dennis. my grandparents, and cocoa the sweetest 1/2 pit bull 1/2 german shepard you'll ever meet, greeted us happily. we had a relaxing evening full of gluten-free delights and cocktails.
coming up on day 4 - "dan is a genius!" (i'm not kidding, this is an actual quote)
after a restless night on my 35 sleep number bed we cracked our backs and packed our bags. i've been to boston many times, and each time i see a little something new, but this time i had a checklist of things to see and do - including my last glutenous indulgence.
i wanted to see if i would like boston any better than new york city - not hard, given my dislike for all things dirty, crowded, old and roach infested. always eager to please, dan took me through the really nice areas of boston, not the stinky, moldy, and dangerous areas - which are just behind the previously mentioned dislikes on my list. we wandered through boston common and dan told me the story of "make way for ducklings" then through beacon hill to the freedom trail. we witnessed new citizens being sworn in at fanieul hall. we shopped. we saw the holocaust memorial, made locally relatable by noting how many catholics died in resistance to the nazis. this was all lovely. time for lunch!!
there is a simpson's episode in which the kennedy-esqe politico character assaults a waiter because of his mispronunciation of chowder. for years this has been one of our favorite quotes: "say it! chowdah!" in berlin we happened upon this episode dubbed into german. in this case the waiter was pronouncing suppe (pronounced zu-pah in high german) with a regional accent. "say it! chowdah!" became "sagen Sie! suppe!" we now have a new favorite quote. but i digress.
goal #1 finished - yes, i like boston better than nyc. we moved on to goal #2 - have my last taste of gluten via my most favorite soup in the world - clam chowder. boston is the place to get it. i even asked locals and researched the best place in all of boston to have clam chowder. while we were soaking up the local fare we opted for a lobster lunch with chowder and boston baked beans at the union oyster house, the oldest restaurant in america.
mmmmmmmm... sagen Sie! suppe! i can't describe my joy. i will mourn the loss of real clam chowder for the rest of my days. *sigh*
goals #1 and 2 - check. now to the old north end for goal #3 and some gelato.
when i was in fourth grade i wrote a report on paul revere. since then i have wanted to see his house, but for some reason or another, every time i have been in boston there are other things to do or see that trump paul. not this time. after walking past multiple signs for the house and a detour to the old north church we made it. i was so excited. we were finally going to see paul revere's house! then todd called and we spent a good 30 minutes in paul revere's courtyard. in the end, the house wasn't nearly as interesting as i had built it up to be so the interruption in excitement was for the best. but now i can say i've seen it, and learned just a little more about this great land of ours... or something like that.
so, goals accomplished and gelato in hand, dan and i set off on the highway toward the cape, where we missed the HOV lane entrance and sat in traffic for a few hours before crossing the sagamore bridge and cruising to dennis. my grandparents, and cocoa the sweetest 1/2 pit bull 1/2 german shepard you'll ever meet, greeted us happily. we had a relaxing evening full of gluten-free delights and cocktails.
coming up on day 4 - "dan is a genius!" (i'm not kidding, this is an actual quote)
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