I was here in Boston trying to sidestep the marathoners while getting ready for the series between the Red Sox and Orioles.
One of the joys of travel, and there aren’t many left in covering sports — the games come first — is the chance to enjoy the restaurants.
Boston is my first city, being the kid from Maine who thought Boston was about 6,000 miles away when growing up.
I love to come here because the city is always new. The constant influx of college kids helps and there is the great mix of proper Bostonians who can still be seen everywhere in blue blazer or Irish tweed.
And the restaurants are as varied and good as to be found anywhere.
Since many who read this will be off to Boston for a game or so this summer, just a couple of the places you might want to add to your list if they’re not already on it. I have no connection to any of them other than as a customer.
Radius with Michael Schlow is a long time favorite. Since broadcasters often eat at odd hours and like to sit at a bar when doing so, but still want the full menu and attention, this is a place that has all of that.
The rib eye is excellent and his scallops take me back to Wormwoods at Camp Ellis in Saco.
At Petit Robert Bistro in Back Bay you can choose the quiet dining room setting or the small bar on the other side of the brick wall that is usually filled with younger late owls.
They have good duck and quality salads with wines by the glass that don’t break the treasury to order.
Atlantic Fish Co. on Boylston Street usually serves late, and that is important in the American League where arena baseball goes on forever.
Their fish are fresh and done as you order. It’s a bar/restaurant and can be full and noisy, but the food and people are both fun.
Davio and No. 9 Park are just outstanding dining experiences where time needs to be taken to enjoy.
No meal and the place it is eaten matters more than breakfast when the day starts after 10 a.m. Trying to find the hole-in-the-wall places that serve breakfast all day is not easy.
In Boston, that place for me is Trident Bookseller Café. It has been around for some 25 years, so the sign says at the door.
Located on Newbury Street not far from Fenway, it’s a cozy place where you can eat at the counter or grab a table up front to watch the folks walk down the shopping street of old Beantown.
Or you can head to the back of the shop where a little table in the corner surrounded by books is just right for three cups of coffee, an omelet and the papers.
Ah, the glorious life of a broadcaster, complete with 5 a.m. arrivals at hotels with windows that never open, maids who scream early and often in the hallways, neverending construction projects in the room next to yours and air-conditioning units that sound like 18-wheelers.
No complaints. There is always the Trident and another cup of coffee.