Food in B-Town

I've been a pretty good girl this summer. As a perpetual overeater (welcome to America), I vowed to cut my meals as soon as I signed up for the gym earlier this summer. Up until last week, I kept my word. Up until last week.

I wouldn't call Boston a culinary hotspot by any means, but it's still a city and urbanity attracts creativity n'importe où. That being said, yes, I did have plenty of seafood and ice cream made from New England cow's milk. Oh yeah, and can't forget NYC's famed chicken & rice on 53rd and 6th. I didn't expect such an uber-popular food cart to be in the courtyard of the Hilton, but whatevs! For 5 bucks, I'll take it.







We had the oysters and clam chowder at the Union Oyster House, which is supposedly the oldest restaurant in America. It was created in 1826, so it's had a string of famous people come through, namely King Louis Phillipe of France, Daniel Webster and the Kennedys. We actually sat in JFK's old booth! Pictures were hard because it was so dim inside, but it basically looked like a pirate ship with dark wood, ultra-low lighting and a even lower ceiling. But the food was good and paid for by a good friend who recently moved up there. Thanks, Ariel!

Now I'm back and looking forward to my new full-time hours at work and slowly packing my things before jumping the pond in September. I've tried to keep mum about my plans because I hate running into people and only thing they ask is when I'm leaving. I want to be like, "Well, I'm here now so can we just have fun?" Just a thing I have.. I'm sad as it is, I don't need a million reminders a day!

Ahem. Sorry for that outburst. Time for me to get on with my day and you with your's. Ciaociao!