Our last day at Clark Farm started just like the others, with an egg-ceptional breakfast! (Punny, right? RIGHT?!? Actually, I hate puns.)
I already miss my daily meal of farm-fresh eggs, kraut, and sausages.
We begrudgingly crammed our belongings into our luggage while wistfully peeking out the windows at the peaceful tableau outside.
Meanwhile, the kids conspired to hide the Double-Os. Our boys had no qualms about missing our flight home. “I’m going to stay here forever,” Lil-O insisted. And he meant it. Hence the uncooperative face in this farewell photo:
But it was time to go. With heavy hearts, we piled into the car and headed for Boston to spend our final afternoon in the big city. We arrived in the North End at noon…
…and made a beeline over to Neptune Oyster for lunch.
This tiny, unassuming raw bar and seafood restaurant was a welcome oasis in a cluster of kitschy Italian tourist traps.
I know we should’ve slurped up a bunch of shooters, but instead, we shared a “Tuna Ribbons” salad with raw ahi, potato aioli, olives, capers, boiled egg, and green beans…
…a lobster, mozzarella, and tomato salad…
…and seared striped bass over ratatouille.
Everything was fresh and meticulously prepared. Definitely one of my favorite meals in Massachusetts.
After lunch, we acted like typical bumbling camera-toting tourists (which we are) as we meandered along the Freedom Trail…
…and wandered over to Faneuil Hall…
…to witness America’s NEXT! MILLION! DOLLAR! ACT!
Every time the Double-Os spot a street performer, they mercilessly judge the act like mini Howard Sterns on America’s Got Talent. (My heart bursts with pride.) According to my boys, this fellow was entertaining, but he did not have what it takes to fill a Vegas theater with clambering fans. “It was good, but was it a million dollar act?” asked Big-O. He answered his own question with a firm “No.”
In the late afternoon, we finally arrived at Logan Airport where the boys downed some sushi for dinner before we boarded the plane.
And that, my friends, is the end of my interminable presentation of What I Did On Summer Vacation. You can wake up now.
Tomorrow, it’s back to our regularly scheduled programming of daily eats — which means it’s back to cold food for me. Have I told you how nice it’s been not to have to take photos of everything that goes in my mouth this week? But for you, I’ll dust off the camera again — at least until I get sick of blogging.