I live four hours from Boston.
And I’ve only gone to the city ONCE in my life. My mother and I went up for the day when I was sixteen to sit in orientation lectures at BC and BU. I didn’t go to either school.
Needless to say, I’ve been wanting to go for a really long time, just so I can say CHOWDA and LOBSTA with an accent. (and also to eat said chowda and lobsta).
So when a friend of mine called me up three days before the weekend and asked if I wanted to take a road trip to Boston for a 24 hour stay solely for the purpose of eating, who was I to argue? I cleared my schedule, and off to Boston I went!
I should probably add here that I was on writing deadline. I’m only admitting this now because my deadline has passed and I met it by the skin of my teeth. If I wrote this post before said deadline, I wouldn’t be living to tell the tale.
Anyway, since it was a foodie adventure, here are my top three suggestions for places to go in Boston after I ate my way through the city in 24 hours.
- HARPOON BREWERY
So I’m not a beer drinker at all. In fact, the taste of it makes me feel like vomiting. So why did we end up in a brewery? Well, because my friend Heather who had the Boston idea and drove us wanted to go, so we went. It was my first brewery tour which was pretty awesome despite not being a beer drinker. But the best part? The freaking pretzels. I’M NOT KIDDING. They make these snail-shaped pretzels with caramel and peanut butter sauce and you want to just cry in gratitude.
There were so many people outside Mike’s that there literally wasn’t a line to be had. It was just a SWARM of people trying to get cannolis. And black and white cookies. Seriously though, their cannolis are worth battling the swarm of people for.
Beehive is located on Treemont Street, and it’s a jazz bar/restaurant. We went there for brunch and they had live music playing at 11 AM in the morning. It was FABULOUS. The food was delicious (The Shakshuka was their most popular breakfast dish, and I swear I was making super obnoxious pleasure noises with each bite that made the table next to us very uncomfortable).
As for the lobsta and chowda? Why Quincy Market of course! 🙂
I’ve been saying yes to random things like this trip lately only because when I hit 30, I realized that all I really have to show for my life are practical accomplishments with not a lot of fun moments. I want more fun moments. So thanks Heather, for adding to my cache of memories. Here’s to more lobsta and chowda in the future!