Seafood
When in Boston, you do not eat steaks. Or at least they ought not be the first priority. This is an old fishing town, and the amount of seafood restaurants reflects the fact.
Went to Barking Crab. A low-key restaurant hidden in the middle of a dead urban zone, next to a sprawling parking lot. Skipped their trademark lobster dishes, and chose to have King Crab legs instead. Delicious, and not too fiddly a dish. But fiddly enough to require the provided bib and a sizable collection of napkins. Key lime pie was a shoo-in for dessert, and didn’t fail this time around, either. A clear late evening showed off Boston’s skyline on the way back to the hotel.
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