Monday, October 13, 2008

Well, we shall not talk about baseball this morning, so perhaps I'll give you a quick travelogue from our trip to Boston.

Our recent trip to Boston started with a stop at the Traveler Book Restaurant in Union, Connecticut. Okay, let me just say that this is the most awesome restaurant on the planet.


Here's why:

Every time you eat there you get to take 3 books from the shelves that line the walls of the restaurant. And keep them. 'Nuff said.

Then we got to the Copley Plaza in Boston, which was fancy-schmancy. Matthew ate dinner with colleagues the first night, which meant that Gus and I got to order (cue heavenly choir): Room Service!!! Here is Gus, gazing at the magnificence:

Yes, room service macaroni and cheese and chocolate milk. Yummmm.....

The Copley was full of old Boston-y goodness. Here was the view from the stairwell on our floor:


Here was the Oak Room (it was closed when I took this picture). It was like the Oak Room at the Plaza in New York, times ten. I gazed at it longingly every time I walked by.

A nice bourbon on the rocks would have been just grand, except for the shaggy 8-year-old I had in tow....


The next day we took a Duck Boat ride. This year Gus donned a Jason Bay shirt. Last year he had a Matsuzaka shirt.
He didn't want to drive the boat this year. He said he was too shy.

Of course we hung out in the beautiful Boston Public Garden:

Good architectural juxtaposition:

Okay, now here are a bunch of pictures of a library. Please bear with me. I could have subjected you to about 60 more of these. The Boston Public Library may be the most beautiful public building I've ever set foot in. Here are just a few of the wonders:

The entry hall:
The gorgeous Reading Room:
This was an anteroom off the Reading Room. It was full of mystical murals.
Insanely gorgeous mosaic ceiling in the entryway:
Goofy face outside the cafeteria:
Courtyard:
Charming plaque of the donors of the money for fixing up the courtyard:

Of course no trip to Boston is complete without a pilgrimage to Fenway:
A pilgrimage to Fenway must include a stop at the Yawkey Way Store:

to replenish the mens' supply of Red Sox shirts:

There was no Phillies gear in sight, so I whiled away my time looking at the miscellaneous stuff on display. Here is a baseball signed by former Phillies heartthrob Jim Lonborg:

This is Big Papi's shoe, which you can take home for TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS.

Final stop, just like last year, the mighty Steaming Tender in Palmer, Massachusetts.

The End.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Gus's Granddad said...

A fine old town. But they're not talkin' baseball this morning (Tuesday) as much as we are in Philly. The Flyin' Hawaiian and Matt Stairs! What a pair! And good old Brad Lidge and Chase Utley. Charlie Manuel made a number of moves last night that looked bad when he made them (bunt Victorino, hit Feliz for Dobbs, hit Taguchi for Jenkins) and turned out as bad as I feared. But when you win, all the second-guessers do is go after Torre and his pitching changes! Ain't life grand?

10:03 AM  
Anonymous ks said...

Waddya mean, we're not talking about the baseball team? Since when? BELIEVE

7:12 PM  
Blogger JamarP said...

What a trip!!! I never thought room service was all that grand, but at the Copely it's obviously grander than any other place on earth. There was no mention of knitting on this trip....Way too much other stuff to indulge in. Now I've got a hankering to go to Boston again.

10:51 PM  

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