As promised, I am back on schedule (whoo-hoo) and ready to dig into the fish and chips with you.
About halfway through The Freedom Trail, you come along a narrow street that holds a real gem…the oldest tavern in the United States. The entire tavern is full of Irish immigrants who know the ends and outs of everything wonderful.
I decided to hell with it, it’s vacation! And I’m going to have a drink!
So, I ordered the Green Dragon Sangria and it was honestly some of the best sangria that I’ve had since I came back from Spain. I drank it all and could’ve gone for a few more rounds if it hadn’t been the middle of a day with countless miles left to walk.
I also ordered the fish-and-chips and, I swear to you, they put the whole freakin’ chicken on this plate! It was beer-battered and fry plattered, and it was incredible. I don’t think I can use that word enough when describing Boston and what it means to me!
I’m already in the process of planning a Boston Bar Crawl and this tavern is definitely still on the list! But in a few days we’re going to steer from sangria to tea dumping.
**please say a little prayer as we are in Florida and braving Hurricane Irma today!