Roast Mastadon

From NYC to Boston today, and boy, was it cold! At least it was cold for these Californians. I suspect that Bostonians were enjoying the balmy spring day. Arrive in Boston about 3 PM and got the Hah Vahd tour. Was great - what an amazing campus. Hadn't realized that it covers 500 acres! But with the 40 degree weather and 15 mph breeze it was cold enough. Fortunately snow flurries or rain did not materialize.

Dinner was at Durgin Park - just adults - and what a disappointment. Four years ago it was stop for all the group, kids and adults. It was four entrees and they were all bad. I felt they were just marking time for unsophisticated kids. They served foods like pizza, dried chicken breasts, and etc. However, given their reputation I went with most of the aduts intent on experiencing the real thing. Well, I'm here to tell you the real thing is nothing to write home about. I had broiled scrod, their specialty. Hrumpf, I can do better, much better. Harried wait staff, slow to refill humongous water pitchers. I paid $16.95 for the scrod, mashed yams, and french fries. A cup of fish chowder (not bad, not notable) was $3.95. Bottom line, two stars out of five.

Oh, the mastadon. The picture doesn't do it justice. Must have been a two pound rib. As presented the bone hung over the edge of the plate at least 5 inches. Couldn't have been a cow, unless it was genetically mutated. I mean, modified.

Tomorrow - Lexington and Concord. "Listen my children..." Wonders what a press agent can do. There were actually over a hundred riders sent out that night. Longfellow was actually trying to convince civil war recruits to be all that they could be.

Home in a couple of days!