The Barking Crab was a superb restaurant to finish up with the previous evening. From here we gathered up our score for the day, including a couple of sci-fi novels purchased from the Harvard University bookstore, and headed back to the Hilton in Woburn to retire.
The next morning after a pancake filled buffet breakfast, we made our way back into the city for our last full day. Luckily, the weather had warmed and the sun was shining down on us for the majority it.
We took a bus tour around the city where we could hop on and off at any of the locations. Much of Boston’s well known history was covered by a very entertaining tour guide who deserved every tip he got.
We decided to get off at the Samuel Adams statue downtown and walk into Quincy Market nearby. Here, a street performer was doing all kinds of dance tricks and involving the audience, putting them in seemingly dangerous situations where they risked getting kicked in the face any number of times. The young man did a good job of drawing in a crowd as it went from a couple dozen to well over a hundred people encircling him.
Walking down towards the harbour, we stopped in at a lobster store/restaurant that looked kind of like a mobile home. We’d passed by it the day before and were dying to try it out. It’s called James Hook & Company and it has some of the best, if not the best lobster rolls I’ve ever had in my life. The bisque was pretty good too, but that roll was outrageous. Inside, they sell a variety of lobster and seafood, some of the former weighing in at ten pounds or more.
In addition to the trolley tour, we also went down to the harbour and took a boat tour along the bay. The young lady emceeing did a great job of emphatically relaying some of Boston’s maritime history and some of the sites that still hold a great deal of significance today. Incidentally, the boat tour and the bus tour both launched from roughly the same area, one just went out to sea while the other snaked into the city.
After about an hour, we docked and began walking through the city again. It was really getting warm and sunny which was absolute bliss for us. We wound up working our way into Boston’s Chinatown which held an array of Chinese, Vietnamese, Thai, and even some Malaysian restaurants as well. It was too bad we were still stuffed from our massive lobster rolls and bisque. There’s just too much good food in Boston, we’d never have a chance to try it all.
We wound up finding a large open park as the rays continued to saturate our surroundings. It was a Sunday afternoon and people were out and about, walking their dogs, hanging out with their families, or taking their kids out to enjoy the sunshine.
A man with a huge bubble-making apparatus was stationed in the middle of the park, drawing in a crowd of children as well as adults like myself who were inclined to act like children and swat at the enormous bubbles he managed to produce. Some of the bubbles went flying for scores of metres, others were larger than a human being and couldn’t last as long. It was an unexpectedly amusing experience.
As we walked away from the park, a massive squirrel was eyeing us down from his perch on the side of a tree. The positions he was hanging from were very funny to watch.
Teresa and I walked back towards the harbour where we came across a food truck selling ice cream wedged between homemade cookies. Our appetites had slowly returned and we decided to share one of these colossal desserts. I wish there were more options like this on the go in Toronto. We’re building up our food truck industry, though, so I’m guessing that this summer I might be able to find myself something just like this on the busy afternoon streets.
We were constantly on the go in Boston, doing our absolute best to get in as much as we could in the short time that we had access to this beautiful city. It was our last day though; we’d be on our way back home to Canada the following morning, attempting to beat the end-of-the-long-weekend traffic that we’d inevitably face at the border and beyond.
However, I did skip over the latter portion of our evening the night before, on Saturday. While writing about the previous day, I remembered us retiring early and only going out for the evening the following day, the day I’m relaying to you right now. As I browse through the pictures, though, I realized I made a mistake. We did retire early Saturday night, but only to change, pretty ourselves up, and head back into downtown Boston, by car this time, for a night on the town. Next time I’ll tell you all about Improve Asylum’s Raunch Saturdays and the best cannoli I’ve ever had in my life.