Eh, who are we kidding?
It was the place where I discovered this store:
Which sells the likes of these:
That alone is reason enough to visit.
I literally ate my way through Boston on this trip (and have the pounds on the scale to prove it). All the places I wanted to be sure and hit were restaurants and/or bakeries. Any historical landmarks or cultural exhibits were merely a secondary consideration.
We were there to eat, baby.
While walking through the North End with a box (and a belly) full of cannolis from the famous Mike's Pastry Shop, the heat became a little too much for Miss Hannah. We had been walking the Freedom Trail for what seemed like an eternity, and she had reached her breaking point.
When Josh spied a pedicab on the street, he wisely put his two girls in it - opting to walk back to the hotel with the boys, who immediately began complaining vigorously at the injustice of it all.
Eyeballing the rather slender form of our pedicab driver, the following conversation took place:
Him: Nah. Are you underestimating these thighs?
Me: No. I think you are underestimating these thighs.
Him: Yeah, that box of cannolis can really weigh you down.
Me: You have no idea.
But he huffed and he puffed, and got us back to our hotel without collapsing or needing to call an ambulance.
Though I am pretty sure that any more days there and I would have needed one myself.
Food heaven, food coma, food baby.