Even though my brother used to live in Connecticut, I only made it up to visit New England twice, both of which were short little stints to either a) waste the very small amount of money I had at the casino or b) take the train into NYC. When Michael and I got an invite to visit Maine for his good friend’s engagement party, I was so excited to tell everyone how I was going to Boston! Yes, I realized later that just because I was flying IN to Boston, did not mean I would see a single sight of the city aside from the runway. We went to York, Maine.
My Main(e) squeeze
It was a quick weekend trip and most of it was spent at the house for the actual party. The engagement party of all engagement parties. It was nicer than some weddings I’ve been to, and I imagine their actual wedding next year will be unreal. I’ve already started stalking renttherunway.com in hopes I’ll find something nice enough to wear.
I wanted a lobster roll because you know, when in… Boston. We booked a late flight out of the city on Sunday with the plan of taking the bus from York to Boston to have plenty of time to adventure around town. It didn’t go as planned and we got in late afternoon, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t get a lobster roll. Or a lobstah roll. Now, I didn’t even know if I LIKED lobster. Aside from shrimp, salmon and the occasional fried fish & chips, I’m not big on seafood.
I paid $30 for Logan International Airport’s finest lobstah roll. And it was damn good. I think. I have absolutely nothing to compare it to, but it was delicious and that’s all that matters. Michael opted for something else on the menu (a chicken sandwich because he was the wiser of the two of us after eating less-than-ideal all weekend) and then we boarded home for Richmond.
Next time, I’m getting cannoli & finding a cute coffee shop, but if you’re ever short on time (or just procrastinators like us), airport seafood is an okay substitute in my book.