When we had the chance for a quick stopover in Boston MA, we wanted to make our time count. Here’s how we spent our too-short stay in one of the United States’ oldest cities.
Day: Walk the Freedom Trail
We spent the afternoon following the red brick road, the 2.5 mile trail that links 16 landmarks from US history, starting with the city’s founding in 1630 and covers its Puritan origins and the American revolution.
We didn’t know all of the history, but there are plaques with brief explanations of their significance. And if you work up a hunger, stop off for some clam “chowdah” at Faneuil Hall. We went with the Boston Chowda Co. in Quincy Market for a quick bite and it hit the spot and warmed us back up for the walk.
Evening: Indulge your inner sports fan
When we visited, it wasn’t yet baseball season for us to be able to catch the Red Sox at Fenway stadium. But, lucky for us, Boston has enough world-famous sports teams that you are covered year-round.
We got our our all-American sports fix care of the Boston Celtics. Now, admittedly my basketball knowledge is entirely based on NBA Jam circa 1993 so I found there were disappointingly few occasions where anybody was ‘on fire’. But otherwise the atmosphere at TD Garden was exactly the arena experience I’d imagined, right down to the famed ‘defence’ chants and organ music.
And bonus points for the Craft Beer Garden, which meant we could keep our pipes primed for all that chanting with a more interesting brew than the ubiquitous Coors Light.
Watching other people run around the court is hungry business. We stopped off before the game for a chicken parm at one of the North End’s red-sauce Italian restaurants and then ended the night with paperback browsing and Boston cream pie at Trident Booksellers in the Back Bay area. Just to make sure we were covering all our Bostonian bases.
Morning: grab brunch and the Boston Globe
The last stop of our short stay was breakfast at Charlie’s Sandwich Shoppe, a South End institution (note: sadly it seems to have since closed its doors after 87 years of business). It was the quintessential American diner breakfast experience, down to the waitress slinging around a pot of coffee for endless refills.
Flicking through the Sunday papers over delicious turkey hash and French toast in a living slice of the city’s history was the perfect end to our brief Boston primer.
Next time, I want to spend more time in Boston’s many pubs and to venture out to Cambridge. Ideally combined with a road trip through New England in autumn!