Brrr in Boston
Wonderful night last night seeing my girlfriends even if the 80s music piped so loud through Scampo made us feel more like dancing than chit chatting across a big round table. But today, we got up late, and in a snap set out to see Boston on foot. After traipsing through the Common already barren and winterized, freezing our buns off, we raced down Newbury Street towards Patagonia and left with enough warm clothing to get us through the worst New Orleans winter.
On friends’ advice, we walked down Massachusetts Ave over the Charles River – THANK GOD we went to Patagonia first because I would have never made it across without my neck warmer and T was doubled up with two stretch hats, one that covered her ears and a longer neck warmer – I had a long sleeve shirt from the Gap, a Banana Republic zip up cashmere cardigan and a Brooks Brothers merino wool cardigan and a Banana long Matrix-looking leather coat. We looked to the left and to the right and admired the beautiful blue water of the Charles and then scooted our freezing butts over to MIT.
In the cab, the driver said he was wondering when the feds were going to offer a cabbie bail out plan – all they were asking is $100,000 to go around. I said, hey, why not?
We took a cab to Harvard Square and ended up at Z Square for a beer and a bite – we got a salmon goat cheese crepe and a flank steak sandwich – which was okay, but not very tasty – something I have noticed about food in Boston in general. I don’t know what it is but even the most expensive restaurant here in Boston leaves me jonesing for spice, but I think it is a cultural palate difference. T loved the lobster pizza at Scampo last night, but I found all of my bites needing to be kicked up a notch (thought I hate to reference the Polish carpet bagger from New Jersey who has helped put New Orleans on the culinary map again).