Scooter Pie at It's good to be home, although it means returning to work tomorrow. The Road Trip Without a Name went well, high cost of gasoline aside. I survived the first difficult leg of the trip: 400+ miles in the car with my mother, 3 mostly sleepless nights on The World's Most Uncomfortable Couch, and even avoided eating my way through Central Market, although a peanut butter whoopie pie did find its way into my basket somehow.
Boston was good, too -- reunited with intellikid Thursday evening, she treated me to a belated birthday dinner and then, since my knee was behaving, we walked around Brookline's Coolidge Corner neighborhood. If money and job and karma ever so dictate it, I'd move there instantly! In the meantime, I've got 2 more years of daughter dear's college career to make bi-annual pilgrimages to Beantown and environs.
Boston was good, too -- reunited with intellikid Thursday evening, she treated me to a belated birthday dinner and then, since my knee was behaving, we walked around Brookline's Coolidge Corner neighborhood. If money and job and karma ever so dictate it, I'd move there instantly! In the meantime, I've got 2 more years of daughter dear's college career to make bi-annual pilgrimages to Beantown and environs.
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Nice place to visit but there's no place like the D for living. ha ha ha ha
ReplyDeleteHa ha indeed, wm. At least you're pretty close to Canada there :-)
ReplyDeleteI love Boston. All the historical landmarks and the food. Can remember attending a conference there and a bunch of us went to Loch Obers (sp?), courtesy of our expense accounts. I ordered something called Lobster Savannah which was about the size of a Hawaiian canoe. After waddling out I returned to my hotel room and tried to open the sliding door to the balcony but only managed to pull off the handle. That meal was potent.
ReplyDeleteLeslie, I plan my restaurant visits there much like others must plan where they will sight-see. Two new favorite eateries this trip: Paris Creperie (the nutella with strawberry crepe would probably be banned here in the Bible Belt) and a restaurant in Cambridge, Friendly Toast, where I had the mother of all breakfasts. Luckily, with all the walking I did, things seemed to even out.
ReplyDeleteI really need to see about finding a gig as a food writer...
Welcome home Intelli. I too am a big Boston fan. However, I have two friends who live/lived there, one who bailed after 5 years because she couldn't take the winters any longer, and another who lives there now and complains about the winters, particularly this one. It would seem that Boston winters are not for the faint of heart. But I sure enjoyed my visit there. Almost, but not quite, as great as San Francisco.
ReplyDeleteMr. C, I first visited Boston during a conference one February, and so I have had a small taste of what the winters are like there. The oddest thing I found was that no matter what corner I turned, the wind was somehow always in my face. The Bubbaville/Boone winters are harsh, too - at least in Boston one can bundle up and trundle to a nearby Pub for some antifreeze ;-)
ReplyDeleteHey, Intell, welcome back, though I know you'd rather stay where you were :-)
ReplyDeleteI clicked the link to Coolidge Corner. I remember a few of those places, especially the ones related to food :-) I had a great time there, and brought home great memories.
Ontario winters make a Boston winter a bit meh.
Doug, this was the first trip I didn't make it to Zaftig's. I think you would've liked The Friendly Toast, though ;-)
ReplyDeleteAt least intellikid is home with me now, suffering right along...
Glad you made it back without doing bodily meh to your mother during the first round.
ReplyDeleteI love Boston, except for the maniacs in automobiles bent on contributing to the demise of as many pedestrians as possible on any given day. However, the food, galleries and great little bookstores make the danger worth it.
jj, driving in Boston is no fun, so I can understand why the motorists are vengeful, even if unfairly so. And there are plenty of green spaces where motor vehicles aren't allowed, so it's not like one's life is always at risk. Unless one eats too much...
ReplyDeleteboston is a lovely city; good that the knee is holding up; and belated happy birthday! i saw my kid last week, too. makes my day!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Harlequin! I wouldn't have thought that parenthood would still be such fun once the "kid" gets to be an adult, but it is!
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