up to Boston

I arrive in Boston around 6:30, having taken the Bolt Bus.  Jean picks me up and we meet M and our friend V (that is the name she actually goes by) for dinner.  Neptune Oyster is the place we’ve chosen, a tiny restaurant in the North End.  Lucky for us the place has cleared out.  There’s a Bruin’s game starting at the Boston Garden, across the street.

The menu is small but complete for our tastes.  We order the mussels to start, but they are drowning in a sauce that is too spicy.  The hot lobster roll is filled with plenty of lobster, and the roll is large and perfectly grilled.  But the lobster itself is tasteless, though I still eat it all, along with the fries that aren’t tasteless. The prosecco and conversation are great.  After dinner we head over to Modern Pastry for coffee.

I like being in Boston; it’s my second home.  While living there, I found it too provincial.  I am not sure I’d still think that if I were ever to move back.  The city is truly beautiful, and the Leonard Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge is breathtaking.  I believe one day it will be to Boston what the Golden Gate Bridge is to San Francisco.

As much as I enjoy visiting the place I once called home, I can’t imagine ever leaving New York, a city I truly love, and where I feel most comfortable.