Before leaving Portland we had to score a heaping pile of those sweet almond croissants from Standard Baking Co. before we left.
|Who don't love some good old goo?|
Next up was a stop at The Clam Box in Ipswich, MA before making our way into Boston.
2 Way Combo with fried whole belly clams (I asked if they had the bearded variety and with a wink she told me they kept those in a closed off room in the back. Mental note: Return to The Clam Box to try their bearded clams) and shrimp with fries (for the wife) and onion rings.
|The store bough roll made the dish...|
|Eating animal bellies is good for the soul|
|Shrimping that doesn't require a 7-11 scoop straw|
In Boston we did our own express tour of the Freedom Trail. We looked at it all, but didn't really stop to really soak it in. We had less than 24 hours in Boston and knew we just wouldn't've have the time to fully appreciate it.
|I was amazed that the colonists had the foresight to install a brick path!|
|I would've appreciated this a lot more had his dishes lived up to their reputation...|
|The (blurry) Restaurateur|
|Impressive presentation, unimpressive taste|
|Craigie's saving grace|
Mrs. Micro chose the (sigh) Salad of Hiramasa Sashimi with green tomato-red onion salsa, avocado, and lemon-caper vinaigrette.
I snagged one piece of fish and it was nicely firm and properly seasoned. Yep, moving on to our main courses. I was here for one reason and that was to try Craigie's highly publicized burger, which has yet another ridiculously long description on the menu. I hope you people appreciate what I do for you... Local Grass-Fed Beef Burger with Shelburne Farm cheddar cheese, mace ketchup, house-made sesame seed bun, and crispy shoestring potatoes. Notice they called them potatoes, not fries. That'll be really amusing in a moment. The Mrs. went with the thankfully short-named Maine Mussels with toasted garlic, chile caribe, miso, and herbs. Goddamn, she orders mussels a lot. First up, the train wreck of a burger.
|It sure is pretty, I'll give them that|
|The beginning of the end|
While I'm generally not a fan of shoestring fries, these potatoes were an abomination to the American burger and fries tradition. They were cut so ridiculously thin that there was no discernible potato flavor whatsoever. They were crispy fried shoestring nothings. This made me wonder if they staff at CoM has any idea what they're serving their clientelle because what the fuck is this pile of flavorless shit they served me!?! To salt the wounds they didn't even ask if I wanted ketchup or mustard for them. I joked to the Mrs. that maybe they knew very well their fries were pointless so they didn't bother with condiments. They happily brought me cute little dishes of housemade ketchup and whole grain mustard.
|Their dying breath was a futile scream of pure agony|
We were given two house-made (I'm really getting sick of that word) sorbets on the house for our anniversary, one was nectarine and the other raspberry.
The raspberry was the better of the two of similar quality to the great sorbets I had at Havre aux Glaces in Montreal, but they had to do a lot better than that in order to save this meal. They also provided a little chilled chocolate covered almond cluster thing (the waiter told us what it was by my POS iphone locked up and by the time I reset it I forgot what it was) which was comically one of the best bites of the meal. If only I had ordered a bucket of these as my main course (along with my bowl of salad) this meal might not have been such a failure.
|Looks like a BM I had last week|
|Bustling even into the wee hours of the night|
|He was undressing me with his eyes... and I liked it.|
This picture always cracks me up as every time I bring it up on my computer I just look at that metro dandy boy's face. Like I said before I didn't have the option of trying six different flavors before making up my mind, (although I did manage to try their most famous flavor: burnt caramel. Yeah, overrated. If I wanted a mouthful of ash I'd go tongue clean my mom's fireplace.) as soon as I ran my eyes over my other choices I knew what I wanted. Fluffernutter and bananas foster bitch!
|Consider my night made.|
While not the most photogenic of ice creams I will say that the bananas foster flavor was without a doubt the best ice cream I've ever had in my life. Huge bonus points were awarded for the fact they they were blasting Cyndi Lauper's Greatest Hits. Craigie on Main? What's that? Our official anniversary meal was at Toscanini's, and don't you forget it!
What you think we stopped there? With just one round of ice cream? I've you've been reading this series of posts you KNOW we didn't stop with just one. Hell no. We took a leisurely stroll across the Harvard Bridge...
...which was awesome and arrived at J.P. Licks for our second round of dessert.
I decided to keep it light this time so I went with the oatmeal cookie hard yogurt topped with peanut butter sauce and granola. Yep, nice and light. The pictures of my ice cream did not turn out at all, I was probably too shaky from the sugar rush to hold the camera steady, but fuck it here they are anyway:
And that concludes Day 8. I think just by writing this post I've gained 5 lbs. Fatty, out.