Boston — a foodie kind of town

They knew our names when we left there!

Yeah, I could eat my way through Boston, really easy. And I wouldn’t even weigh 400 pounds, because I would do like all the rest of the Bostonians, and walk everywhere, and burn off those marvelous calories.

I’m back from a week in Boston. I ate in no five-star restaurants (though several should have been, in my humble opinion…). That would also explain why I haven’t posted in, well, way too long. But I do have two more posts to write tonight I can dole out during the coming week while I’m gone, so maybe that’ll make up a  bit….

And if not, well, you’ll miss the good stuff.

Arrived in Boston bad late on a Friday night, after two delayed flights and a crab cake at O’Brycki’s in the Baltimore airport. Delayed flights can be redeemed. O’Brycki’s is up there with Pappadeaux and Paschal’s as the three places in airports that are fit for anything other than staving off hunger long enough to get you to your destination. O’Brycki’s will, in fact, make it worth your while if you have a delayed flight. Particularly because they have Yuengling on draft.