road trip: ma - me - nh

must road trip: brooklyn to boston to kennebunkport to portland to whitefield. this road trip came about with the idea to see ms. ariela morgenstern perform at the weathervane theatre. soon enough maine got tacked on since we (jac, mollie and i) have not been to the state. last boston was on the itinerary as mollie and i helped tara moved to her new digs in bean town for her new life as a mba student at smarty pants mit. shar endured 6 hours of sitting on the ground of a uhaul.

saturday, the trio hit the road with an electric blue ford focus. p.s. enterprise has impeccable customer service. first up was a quest for fried clams at the clam shack in kennebuckport.


a req my pal marie provided that i am most grateful for. these fried suckers were delicious! mmm.



i follow that with the beer sampler at federal jacks. the shipyard brown ale won out of the nine tasters. we went back to the clam shack for an award winning lobstah roll. mmmmm!


next back in the focus and onto portland for some fries fried in duck fat. where do you get these crazy pomme frites? duck fat restaurant. no joke. mollie braved the poutine, jac got the blueberry duck confit salad and i got frites with truffle ketchup. the spot also has homemade cream soda, a steller root beer float and root beer on tap.


buh bye portland, hello whitefield. we checked into barron brook inn, where innkeeper jason was uber chatty. we had just enough time to freshen up before seeing ms. ariela in curtains. we were fortunate enough to have post-show drinks and dinner with the star of the show.

sunday, up early for breakfast. jac and i caneoed the waters behind the barron brook. we had to hop a beaver dam. it was quite a feat. while mollie was catching up with her bff, jac and i trekked mt. prospect. the trail was mushy and some of the trail was overgorwn, but the highlight of the trail would have to be running into a bare ass. yup, some biker decided to dump one on the side of the trail we were walking on. classic!

boston!

baseball fans must visit: fenway park. i saw the green monster. i had awesome seats in the the field box and almost got hit by a foul ball.

AWESOME! thanks new pal jeff who hooked us up with the tickets. also sang "sweet caroline" in the eighth inning. SO GOOOD! SOOOO GOOOOD!

feat of the day: freedom trail. it's a 2.5 mile red brick route to the historical spots of boston. i saw where the boston tea party started - old south meeting hall, paul revere's house and grave, mother goose's grave, the uss constitution and the final stop at the bunker hill monument. we sealed the freedom trail with 294 steps. that's right - i climbed the bunker hill monument. this is joe and i after the 2.5 mile trek.
we took a bunch of detours from the freedom trail - one being the fleet center.

star sighting of the day: dick vitale on newberry street. matt had the keen eyes. we weren't fully certain it was him UNTIL we saw him on tv with his grandson at the sox game that night.

best canoli hands down: mike's pastry. man, a bunch of bostonians told me about this hot spot for sweets. i was hoping that it was not the magnolia of new york - tourist trap and unsatisfying sweets. these canoli were sooo delicious. the perfect shell and the creme was not too sweet. they also keep fairly well overnight. i had one the next day and the shell was still crisp.

must pub to meet your future indie rock irish boyfriend: the field. there is a field in san diego that i never went to and the field in sf's north beach that closed shop. i miss that pub, so when we were headed for one in cambridge i was game. ladies of the boston area, i was literally surrounded by irishmen whipping out mgmt and we are scientists references. go there and thank me later.