I had only a few times in Boston.
In 1967 my parents had just divorced. My father had spent a semester at BU in the early 50s, so he though it would be fun to put his two young sons and himself during the first Sunday visitation on a shuttle to Boston for the day. Took a plane, walked around, came home.
I was a Boston sports fan as a result until NYC's glory year of 1969/70. Mets, Jets, Knicks. Had a Bruins hockey puck and everything.
Returned a few time on business in my mid 20s. I stayed first at the Boston Park Plaza, a renovated old hotel in which I managed to score a single room that had been converted from two smaller rooms, so I had two full bathrooms, one on either side of the room. Told them to hold the service for awhile.
Legal Seafood was in the lobby, and Samuel Adams had just come out. Good time.
Went back again with my future wife, and we froze our asses off at Fenway in early April.
On the first trip, using my per diem, one night I went into the neighborhood to eat and landed in a gay restaurant, as I figured out after about 10 minutes. Food was good.
Another night, I went to a local place and had shark fin soup. When I returned to the hotel, the clerk asked where I went. When I told him, he said it was good I was in there before the Chinese gangs, who I think indeed had started to arrive when I was finishing.
This guy is such a pathetic caricature.
After seeing him do his dumbbell "lifts" with the sailors during PT, you know this weasel piece of s*^% is an overcompensating d*^%bag.