The first day here, we did a little walking tour past a lot of historical shit and Italian tourists jabbering loudly at each other. It was also about 80 degrees and sunny, which is like surface of the sun level shit for San Franciscans. People in Boston like to drink a lot, so we joined in.
I think we went to 3 or 4 bars last night and ended up at the hotel bar at around midnight, about which I remember nothing. We ate at some restaurant on Newbury Street called Cafeteria that has dressed-up comfort food, is too cute by half, and was so radically overpriced I couldn't believe it was packed. I mean, sure, I undertsand, but $23 for mac and cheese? Really?
(Incidentally, the picture above depicts a famer's market in the North End we stumbled across and was the only place in Boston you could buy anything resembling reasonably-priced food.)
Today we had reservations for brunch at this swank place called Post 390 and we go in there and they give us dinner menus and I'm all "I'm sorry, you gave us dinner menus!" and they were all, "That's right, since it's Easter brunch, we're only serving dinner" and I was like "What fucking dimension is this?" and we left and went to this place called Globe instead and after an early problem with being seated in NOBODY'S STATION it all turned out great and I got whatever Boston's idea of brunch is and you guys, brunch is not as important here as it is in SF.
But I'm just bitching. Boston is pretty great. Tonight is Opening Night of Baseball, which is even better than Jesus coming back from the dead or whatever he did, and everybody was on the sidewalks in their Red Sox gear and it's like 70 degrees out at 8 pm and how are you gonna argue with that? We watched some of the game out at a bar but after 4 Apple Spice Martinis The Wife had to go back to the room and that's fine with me.
Oh, wow, Steven Tyler is butchering "America the Beautiful" on live TV.
Boston Museum of Fine Arts - totally worth a visit. More later.