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.

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