The Smolker Letters, Letter No. 4 (November 21, 2011, The “Italian Haj” and Irish Pubs in Boston)
The “Italian Haj” and Irish Pubs
Smolker Letter No. 4
(November 21, 2011)
I celebrated Thanksgiving with my youngest daughter and my eldest daughter and her family in Marblehead, MA., a sub-burb of Boston.
Before arriving, I sent the follow recommendations regarding where to eat in Boston to my eldest daughter and her husband.
November 21, 2011
Scott and Terra
In case you are at a loss of what to do while Leah and I are visiting – here are my office mate Dan Cherin’s recommendations. Dan lived in Cambridge and Boston while attending Harvard University, and later (after obtaining another degree at Columbia University) while attending Boston University Law School.
Dan recommends that we eat at Santarpio’s in East Boston, right by Logan Airport. Pizza and lamb kebobs at Santarpio’s is a must experience according to Dan.
Then to the North End: Cafe Vittorio on Hanover Street for a cappucino and cannoli –the only way to end a meal according to Dan.
Not fancy food but it is Sicilian ambrosia — by the way, ambrosia was the food of the Gods. The Greek Gods ate ambrosia and drank nectar.
You don’t need to mess up a good pizza with toppings, pick one at most. Let the Pizza talk to you.
Dan is an expert on pizza. According to Dan this is the Italian Haj — the route that pilgrims who wish to eat Italian fare take when in Boston.
At some point go to Quincy Market, eat at Durgin Park — we will be served by famously rude waiters (they take pride in their rudeness); don’t miss out on the Indian Pudding; drink Guinness on tap at all times possible.
Durin Park is New England.
A rule of thumb regarding pubs: If you can’t hear Irish music don’t go in.
We must hit Kelly’s Roast Beef in Revere (pronunciation Riveah).
Also, according to Dan, we have to do New England Fried Clams.
We ate at Durgin Park.
The waitress who served us was very nice, very polite.
When I asked her why she was so polite, she replied :”I could not be rude to you. If you want ‘rude’ go upstairs.”
When I reported this to Dan, Dan replied: “You see, that is the ultimate put-down. You aren’t/weren’t good enough to be rude to.”
We had a great time following Dan’s suggestions, albeit we didn’t experience any rudeness at Durgin Park.