The day before the Boston show, we met up with Paolo’s cousin Jordan and his wife to get into the city for some food and drinks. I don’t recall the last time I was in Boston (if ever even) so I was excited to get into the city and tear it up (food and drink-wise and Trivium-wise).
We went to one of the “oldest taverns” in the city for some decent seasonal local-brew, then off to one of the “oldest restaurants” in town. I don’t recall the names of either, nor are they in my notes – but I hate to say – bum out on the food. I would list it with a warning if possible, but I can’t recall – but it was one of those nostalgic places that’s more of a tourist-refueling station of food-product than somewhere to get good food. I know there is good food in Boston – but this wasn’t it. I should have known – anytime a restaurant has a “thing” like: “oldest” or “banquet rooms available” or “live music” – they’re not paying attention to food quality. Continue reading