I think I’ll start it over, where no one knows my name. I’ll get out of California, I’m tired of the weather… Just kidding! That’s a song called “Boston” by Augustana. This song was stuck in my head as I was preparing for my trip to Boston! I couldn’t think of another song that talked about Boston except this which was too melodramatic for me. But good song though.
I went to Boston to visit my friend Anna who works at Harvard Medical School! No big deal, really… My first meal was at the Boston Public Library. What, you ate at a library? Vending machine snacks? Nah. There’s actually a fancy restaurant called Courtyard Restaurant. The price range of the food is a tad bit on the higher end for me where you’ll probably spend at least $20.
We started the afternoon with a complimentary appetizer from the chef. It was a tiny dish of breadcrumbs, edamame, mozarella, and cherry tomatoes. For a little dish, it was quite refreshing and flavorful.
For my actual meal, I got a barbecued chicken burger with a side of soup. The burger was small but somehow filling. The barbecue wasn’t too strong or too lightly flavored. It was just perfect.
We had a great view of the actual courtyard of people sitting around the fountain relaxing and reading. It was quite peaceful while we were eating and catching up.
We explored the massively historical library inside and out. This is definitely a place to check out if you’re in Boston. The library will inspire you to study or at least read a book.
Right across from the library is the main memorial sight of the Boston Marathon. It’s a whole different experience when you’re right there at the actual site compared to when you’re watching it on the news.
As I was walking around the site, I just couldn’t stop hearing the voices of people cheering their friends and families on. There was definitely a deep moment of reflection walking around the site.
On my way to Thinking Cup, a coffee shop that Anna suggested, I explored Boston oh so freely. I found a park that wasn’t your neighborhood park with a swing set like in Orange County. This park was huge like Central Park but Boston’s version. It’s called the Public Park. People were laying out on the grass to tan or having a picnic. The park is actually utilized for pure relaxation. It was nice to see a new surrounding compared to Orange County. We have parks here too obviously but the culture of parks here is used and viewed differently.
Right across from Public Park was Thinking Cup! I was relieved to have found my destination after walking in the hot and humid weather for a few hours. I ordered an iced hazelnut latte which is one of their popular ones. It was darn refreshing. I wish I had gotten a bigger size because I finished it pretty quickly.
For dinner, Anna and I went over to Chinatown. We went to a well known Chinese restaurant that a bunch of celebrities have been to called Gourmet Dumpling House. This is a tiny restaurant that can probably fit about 30 people. It’s so small that you have to share a table with strangers if your party is small. In our case, we shared a table with a man who was eating by himself. We ordered dumpling soup, mixed vegetables, and their most famous sliced fish with szeuchan sauce.
Dumpling soup. I’ve never heard of or tried dumpling soup before until Boston. You need good motor skills to master the technique of eating dumpling soup. You have to poke a hole within the dumpling to drain out the soup and you’ll drain it into a spoon of soy sauce. Then wah-lah you have a spoon of dumpling soup to sip on. The soup and the dumpling itself were both good!
Mixed Vegetables were the usual, greasy and good.
Ok, now the sliced fish with szeuchan sauce. I will never forget this part of our dinner. It was overall spicy but I couldn’t stop eating it not because of the spiciness but because it was just darn good. The restaurant is very well known for their szeuchan sauce and you would know why once you try it.
Eating at Gourmet Dumpling was the most perfect way to end that night! Thank you Anna for taking me to a glorious Chinese restaurant.