Archive for February 22nd, 2012

Lobster, Oh How I Love You…

While we were in Boston, one of the places we ate was “this little hole in the wall”* known as Anthony’s Pier 4.  I was introduced to loster back in 1987, when we all went to Charleston so my parents  could go to his company’s Christmas party. It was a Surg & Turf menu, with leftovers coming home to me and my sister.

Jump forward almost 25 years to this trip to Boston.

I started lunch with a bowl of Lobster Bisque. Then we met Clyde

This is Clyde. He wasn’t happy about me getting the bisque. “That was my cousin Pinkey, you bastard.” He joined us for lunch, thinking he would intimidate us.

After he took of his coat and sat down at our table, this is how Clyde was dressed… it’s called the “Savannah” style, and features such major accessories as cheese and mushrooms. He thought it would be intimidating.

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It wasn’t. We gutted him and sent him back to the kitchen. He sent this Sticky Toffy Pudding as a peace offering.

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It worked, and we parted on reasonable terms. He’s expecting us next time we go back to Boston, and will welcome us with open arms.

* Note the intended sarcasm – it’s actually a very nice restaurant, with a great water overlook. I highly recommend going by. Prices are a bit steep, but it’s not a Crab Shack so it’s to be expected. And you definitelty get what you pay for!
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Back at the Grindstone…

Right – here’s a fuzzy flurry of thought. I may miss something, but such is the way things go when writing significantly after the fact.

Boston: A good time. My first two trips were just land-and-ride, so I only saw Boston through either the rolling windows of the shuttle service or the windows of the hotel. Depressing, really, considering how long I had been wanting to go to Boston. But not the third time. This time, MC and I took a cab up to the Qunicy Market area, and walked around and across to Boston Common. We walked around the South End (around World Trade Center and piers).

It was good to get out and stretch the legs, and also bash the myth of distance.  Looking at maps, the distances between points looked larger – longer walking distances, etc. – than what reality proved. That was a nice discovery. And the fact that the weather was manageable (a balmy range of 40s – 50s, clear sky, and no snow the entire time we were there) made that discovery even sweeter.

Boskone: Another good year at the conference. Raided the “freebie” table for a metric shit-ton of back issue Assimov’s and F&SF magazines because of stories by particular authors (for, um, research, yeah)… and only a couple of books.

Still some more to post (a story about Lobsters – and I don’t mean the Strossian variety), but that will be later…

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