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Earlier in the summer, I mentioned we were planning a weekend in Boston to celebrate our anniversary, as well as meet the new baby of some dear friends. I solicited advice about what to do and see and thought it was only polite to let you all know how things went. I have to confess that I did nothing based upon recommendations made. Please don’t let that discourage you from making future suggestions, because I did appreciate the input. Things just went a little off course, shall we say? To begin, Tom had to work Saturday and couldn’t travel east until Sunday morning. Of course, I opted to take the train solo from Pittsfield (nearby to where we were
ditching dropping off one of the boys) rather than change our reservations, and I don’t regret my decision. The train was comfortable, cheap ($18!) and very convenient to the Back Bay. The hotel (once I found it after wandering around a bit on poorly laid streets lacking signage) was more than adequate and the staff was thoughtful and considerate – offering me a choice of rooms with varying amenities and a celebratory bottle of bubbly.
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After check-in, I cleaned up a bit and went out in search of oysters and champagne. The concierge had recommended a place on Boyleston – The Atlantic Fish Company. I checked out the menu and it looked like it would meet my needs, however, the wait for a table or a place at the bar was crazy long. I decided to take my chances and to use my gourmet sense, (kind of like Spidey sense without the benefit of web-throwing) without a thought of settling for anything less than the perfect place. I walked over to Newbury Street and saw an interesting menu at the Capital Grille and, unlike Red Sox fans (better luck next year!), I picked myself a winner. As fate would dictate – there was one seat available at the bar and I settled in with a glass of Nicolas Feuillatte and a menu. I decided on a half dozen oysters and the beef carpaccio, which was prepared in a style reminiscent of Tuscany, and completely had my cravings satiated. The couple on my right were lovely and we had a very nice conversation about upstate New York and “Southies,” a previously unheard term for folks from South Boston. I completed my meal with the absolute best coconut cream pie ever and a glass of Far Niente Dolce, a complete indulgence at $22 a glass, but worth every penny. Boston was doing more than okay by me.
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Tom arrived Sunday morning fairly early and we enjoyed a leisurely walk around the Back Bay getting acquainted with the retail options. The brownstones, were gorgeous and there were far too many stores to explore – but, believe me, I did my best. We hit up an awesome Marshall’s where I almost didn’t make it out of the Shoe Department, and I got a bag filled with great stuff ( 3 skirts, 2 tops) at a consignment shop, Second Time Around, for $33. And we even had time for a nap before our epic dinner.
So – what’s my verdict on Boston? Let me put it in baseball terms – in the fall of ’78 the Yankees beat the Red Sox in a one-game playoff for the American East title – they both had good seasons but we all know who went on to win the series.