For the first time in a week the sun peeked through the clouds, dried the rain and shone over Boston on Saturday.
Spontaneously, Mike and I decided to enjoy it by walking around the city. We had no plans and no timeline, we just took the day one step at a time. After walking around the harbor, and getting our first accidental sunburns of the season, hunger stuck and we decided to grab lunch at the Barking Crab. Believe it or not, it was the first time we had ever eaten here and it was way overdue.
The Barking Crab is a clam shack that almost floats on the water. With lights curled inside tiny little lobster traps that dangle from a shoddy ceiling, the decor inside the Barking Crab is aquatic and unpretentious, which I loved. Inside, they serve delicious seafood, plain and simple.
We sat at the bar as we waited for a table, but when our bartender found an open seat by the window at the front he sat us right away. Almost immediately I knew I wanted to order a lobster.
I wonder what put that in my head…
First though, we started with local oysters. Though they couldn’t possibly compare to my dad’s, I was reminded why I slowly grew a taste for these cold, slimy little guys. The second they slide into your mouth, salt water floods your senses and it’s like you’re in the ocean.
Next, Mike ordered fried scallops that were lightly battered and completely filling.
And then came my lobster. I ordered a pound and a quarter and there was plenty of meat to be found inside those little claws.
Just in time for us to head back home, the sun decided it had had enough, and then a dismal fog fell back upon the city. It, along with the rain, is still here after all these days.
At least we got those few hours.