1.06.2006
Boston Clam Chowder
So here I am in Boston, my newest favorite American city. No really - it's fantastic here. I ate sushi and thai food, drank California Pinot Noir on the 52nd Floor of the Prudential Tower overlooking the lovely Boston night skyline while listening to a jazz trio, and walked along a lovely downtown road with wine shops, a guitar shop, and the obligatory ten starbucks-to-a-block (and drank at none of them).
Seriously, the town is as cool as it was billed to me, and I've been here less than twenty-four hours. It's in the running to replace my other favorite city I know nothing about: Chicago. We'll see, I need to light up ChiTown sometime soon to add to my repertoire.
Boston: cold but not like Minneapolis, old and historic, fast but not New York, and well-dressed. Seriously, I have never seen such well-dressed commoners. Sure, in New York and Los Angeles people are well-dressed, but not the college students, not the Twenty-Somethings. Here they all have lovely black and tan designer coats with matching scarves, neatly-kept hair and less of a "city demeanor" than I expected.
Hopefully my trip to Cambridge will rouse me from these initially exuberant and fawning impressions.
Seriously, the town is as cool as it was billed to me, and I've been here less than twenty-four hours. It's in the running to replace my other favorite city I know nothing about: Chicago. We'll see, I need to light up ChiTown sometime soon to add to my repertoire.
Boston: cold but not like Minneapolis, old and historic, fast but not New York, and well-dressed. Seriously, I have never seen such well-dressed commoners. Sure, in New York and Los Angeles people are well-dressed, but not the college students, not the Twenty-Somethings. Here they all have lovely black and tan designer coats with matching scarves, neatly-kept hair and less of a "city demeanor" than I expected.
Hopefully my trip to Cambridge will rouse me from these initially exuberant and fawning impressions.