I'd had my mind set on trying their sticky buns after they slaughtered Bobby Flay on his show Throwdown! which he then went on to rave about on Best Thing I Ever Ate. We were doubly interested after realizing she covers them in self-proclaimed GOOOOO. We had to have these things in our belly. Even after showing up balls early on a Saturday there was still a line to the door. I guess that's the result of positive publicity from Food Network (among many other publications).
|There's nothing like some dude's neck rolls to spark one's hunger|
Their homemade Pop Tarts sparked some interest so we decided to order one of those along with our sticky bun. I also went with my usual decaf soy latte and the Mrs. ordered another glass of afterbirth... Erm, I mean iced tea of some kind (I just realized I have absolutely no voice memos about this experience. Bad blogger! This occurred over three months ago so forgive me if my details are kinda hazy.)
I'll be honest when I say that I was truly blown away by that latte. I'm not sure what it was, I can only assume it was the quality of the soy milk, but I just couldn't stop drinking it. Holy hell it was addictive. The sheer size of the beverage alone almost filled me up. I had to reign myself in cuz we had some pastries to eat!
I’m not really sure why I don’t have a voice memo for this meal. I probably got in the car meaning to take a note but forgot as we fought through the streets on the way to our last stop before leaving Boston, James Hook & Co.
|Toaster Strudels ain't got shit on this|
|I hope that's what my insides look like|
|Cue the angels singing|
|I feel like I've seen that face before... Somewhere...|
We picked up 6 2lbers and while waiting for them to be properly prepared for travel I spotted this huge bugger which was without a doubt the biggest lobster I’ve ever seen.
The guy told me it was 13 lbs… Thir-fucking-teen pounds. Holy shit, his claw was almost as big as the lobsters we were taking home with us. Jesus.
And with that we left Boston, not even hitting the 24 hour mark. Boston was not tacked onto this trip as an afterthought, it was part of the plan all along, but as I researched the cities we planned to visit more and more, there just happened to be more things that interested us in the other destinations. We plan to visit again soon to see Boston right.
I had two places I wanted to stop on our way home, but I knew in the back of my mind I just wouldn’t have the patience or stomach space to hit them both. It was either Frank Pepe’s in Manchester, CT or White Manna in Hackensack, NJ. Can you guess which one we ended up going to? Here, I’ll give you a hint:
|Brings to mind an edible red light district|
|At first I thought this was a La-Z-Boy outlet|
|Modeled after the original location in New Haven|
|Some of the best birch beer I've had. Smooth like buttah.|
|Needs more spots|
|I haven't seen this much clam in one place since my bachelor party|
|Needs many more spots|
And there you have it folks, the stunning conclustion to what was without a doubt the most epic eating adventure of my short little life. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed living it. Now that I’m finally done I think it’s safe to say that I’M VERY EXCITED THAT I CAN FINALLY TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE. Keep your eyes peeled (I've always wondered what the hell that expression means... Peeling one's eyes sounds quite painful) for my next post about spending a weekend in NYC showing my pescatarian brother how to eat right in the Big Apple.
I leave you with one last picture of all the goodies that came home with us from Canada and New England and a bonus picture of a sneaky lil bugger that managed to wedge himself in our fridge door. You should've heard my wife bellow when she discovered him the next morning. Until next time, go eat something!
|"Maybe if I stay very still he won't see me..."|