Boston is just one of those towns with a lot of character. If you aren’t taken aback by the accents of the Bostonians themselves, or by their sheer love of sports, then you are bound to be at least impressed with the history of the city. It’s been around 10 years since I was last in Boston, which basically means I wasn’t able to drink then, so I missed out on some of the highlights of the city. Things I remember from my previous trip were “The Bell in Hand Tavern”, which I believe is the oldest bar in America, Cheers, which I know had the best New England Clam Chowder, and finally Fenway, where I saw my Yankees lose to the Red Sox 2-1 in the bottom of the ninth inning, but where I ironically ended up buying a Yankees hat anyways.
So, this past weekend Barbie had to go there for work, you know…hanging out with a S.V.P., wining and dining with the elite professors and students of M.I.T, Harvard and Brown. Soon enough, and she’ll be the one getting escorted around. Anyways, I saw as a good opportunity to visit Boston, since it wasn’t snowing yet, and just so happens that the Yankees were playing the Red Sox again, but this time it was for AL East crown.
We arrived in Boston on Wednesday evening, and proceeded to head out to Quincy Market for some good seafood. Unfortunately, Barbie isn’t the biggest fan of seafood, so I got fish, and she got…well, I don’t really remember, but mine was good.
Thursday and Friday were work days for both of us, mine spent at the hotel, interspersed with Lunch at Quincy Market and a sub shop, and hers spent “hanging out with the big whigs.” Thursday evening, since I was alone, I headed over to the makeshift Cheers bar at Quincy Market. I say makeshift (one word?) b/c it is not the original Bull and Finch pub, but a restaurant designed by the bar on the show. Well, that place was full, so I went to the bar next door, ironically called Sam’s, but still with Cheers paraphanalia everywhere and with the same menu. Not an exciting night, but memorable in the fact that when I walked in and asked if I could see a college football game on a small TV in the corner that no one was watching, the host simply said, “the Sox (aka Red Sox) are on, that is all we’ll show.” Somehow I don’t see that happening in California ever, and very rarely in Miami.
Friday was the same basically, except that I took a walk on the “Freedom Trail” which led me to Paul Revere’s house, and the church where they hung the infamous lanterns from the phrase “One if by land, two if by sea”, in reference to the British army. I’ve seen a ton of historical things that are much older since living in Europe, but it something more special when it is American history, and is your heritage. Anyways, that evening Barbie got home earlier and we were able to go to dinner in the North End, which used to be 100% Italian, but now is only about 20%. Food was good, service was OK…some people just need to learn how to smile. I must admit though, I am starting to tip like Cassidy, which means tip for good service, not just because you feel obligated. After dinner we headed back over to Sam’s (the fake Cheers) to watch the Yanks and Red Sox. It didn’t take long for everyone to know I was a Yankees fan, and even though the Yankees lost, it was still a good time.
Saturday was the day we were hoping to get into Fenway for game 2 of the Red Sox vs. Yankees series, but with ticket prices at a minimum of $300 each for outfield bleacher seats, we decided to watch a game a bar just outside of Fenway Park. After getting our seats, I told Barbie I was going to go buy a Yankees hat and to wait there. I headed out to the same place I bought my hat 10 years prior, but this time it took me about 5 minutes to find the hat. Not because I was being my usual picky self, but b/c there were literally only 2 yankees hats available, both in the bottom corner of the side of the store. Needless to say, it was still fun to watch the guy’s face as I said I want the Yankees hat! I arrived back at the bar about 10-15 minutes after leaving, and sure enough Barbie was getting hit on by some guy. Guys amaze me sometimes, we are simply predators. Single pretty girl equals must sit down and talk to her. Anyways, I laugh at the whole thing, mainly b/c of the awkwardness that the guy feels as I sit down next to Barbie. So, the guy actually had some useful info, as he could get us into the game for the dirt cheap price of $150 each, mind you, it was without a ticket, and we would have to stand the whole game, but it was still 50% cheaper than anywhere else. We passed on the offer, and proceeded to get ready for the game to start.
So…let me set the scenario. Our seats are located at the back of the bar along the wall, and there is a bunch of people in front of us, with the bar at the other end, and the TVs hanging on the wall behind the bar. So, there are at least 100 people b/t me and the TV. Jeter is the first batter to get up for the Yankees, and hits a single. I begin clapping, along with a guy next to me who just happened to be a Yankees fan also. Immediately, and with looks of anger, disbelief and pure shock, all 100 people turn around at once and glare at us. It was amazing to see so many people respond in the exact same way all because I was a Yankees fan. Well, we stayed there until about the 5th inning before heading back to the hotel, mainly b/c there were now about 200 people b/t us and the bar, and it was getting a little crowded. Good for me, as I got to watch FSU play that afternoon.
For dinner that night we told the concierge we wanted a steak and seafood place, but when we got to the restaurant, they only had chicken. So, instead of going there, we decided to go to a fancy Steak house down the way that we had passed numerous times while walking in Quincy Market. The place was called “Plaza III”, and it was good. Only downside was that they ran out of Prime Rib for Barbie, so she had to settle for Filet Mignon (rough life). I ended up getting the Filet Mignon and Lobster Tail, and we both shared Chocolate Souffle for dinner, along with a very good bottle of wine. Needless to say none of this was cheap, but when you figure we saved $600 by watching the Yankees beat the Red Sox at a bar instead of Fenway, it’s like we were saving money.
Sunday was tourist day, followed by hellish travel, for me anyways. That morning we got up and took the Old Town Trolley all around Boston, listening to the quite humorous narrator and driver tell all about the city. We ended up getting off a little before the end so that we could take a nice leisurely walk through Boston Common, the local park, and to have lunch at the original Cheers, aka. Bull and Finch Pub. After all of this, we headed to the airport, where Barbie’s flight took off about an hour before mine, so I was left hanging around for a couple of hours. Luckily, I found a TV showing the NFL games, but it was no where near my departure gate. About an hour before my flight I decided to head to my gate to see how things were progressing, and to my amazement there were about 100 people waiting at the ticket counter. Normally, for those of you who don’t fly often, there are about 5-10 people there, all usually trying to upgrade or change their seats…so seeing a 100 was quite shocking. I immediately took a look up at the monitors and found that my flight had been “CANCELLED”! This stuff only happens to me, so I kinda laugh at it now, but it is still a pain. After waiting in the line for about 15-20 minutes, and seeing that I was going no where, I decided to give American Airlines a call to see if they could put me on the direct flight to San Francisco instead. Although SFO is about an hour north of the San Jose airport, it was still better than having to pay for a hotel, since airlines don’t cover your overnight costs if cancellations are due to weather, which my flight was. Luckily there was room on the flight and I made it to SFO about the same time, actually earlier, than I would have if I were to have taken my original flights…aaah, the advantages of direct flights. Anyways, my plan was to take the Cal Train down to our house, and walk home, as I didn’t want Barbie to have to drive all the way up north to pick me up, especially since she had an early morning the following day. Sure enough, I find out the train stops running at 9:30pm, and it is now 10:30pm, so I am stuck. Thank goodness my wife still loves me, and was willing to come pick me up, but that is my luck when I travel. A bad ending to a fun trip, but that is always better than a bad trip.
For pictures, you may have to wait a day or two til we upload them, but they will be here: Boston Pictures