As the boys were M.I.A. when we returned there was nothing for it except to hit a nail bar and get manicures!
That evening we headed out to Fort Point in South Boston to a restaurant that had been recommended to us called the Barking Crab.
Not quite a shack on a beach, more a shed on the waterfront. But an incredible night time view of the city. It is just wooden tables and chairs, paper plates or plastic baskets and a fairly short menu consisting of crab and / or lobster. We were all given plastic bibs, and it was a veritable feast of seafood! Our waitress was hilarious, which just added to the entertainment of the evening.
Now we Brits appreciate that the tipping culture in American is way beyond anything we have, you tip for EVERYTHING, and the tips are much higher than we would usually considered the norm, with most receipts calculating 15, 18 & 20%. But all 6 of us encountered at various points being actually told off for not having given a large enough tip! When we were at the Top of the Hub we had been served by a sour faced girl, who quite frankly was rude and ignored us. She bluntly told us we had miscalculated our tip, and there must be a mistake!!!!!
The following morning we left Boston, headed for South Station and caught the Acela Express train to New York. Travelling up to 150mph, we belted through towns and villages along the East coast! past marinas and harbour and saw the fall in all of its amazing colours. I can see why it attracts so many tourists. In fact at one point I complained that we were travelling too fast and I couldn't take everything in quick enough!
I loved Boston and could quite easily live there. It's green, feels safe, you can walk everywhere. I suppose it is not in New England for nothing and does feel a bit like a British city in certain ways. I would not mind returning and venturing further to Cape Cod and some of the other more rural parts.
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