I EAT: Union Oyster House

After walking the Freedom Trail, my friend T took me to the Union Oyster House for dinner. The Union Oyster House is the oldest restaurant in Boston, its upper floors once home to Louis Phillipe who later returned to France to become king. More recently, it's home to some of the best seafood in town.

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As every meal seems to start in Boston, ours started with a hunk of crumbly corn bread. A pretty good substitute for the traditional basket of boring bread.

From there, straight to the piece de resistance: oysters! I tasted a weird metallic tang on one of the oysters, but overall, each slurp was more delicious than the last. The prize still goes to the oysters I had in the English countryside, but the Union Oyster House certainly lives up to its name.

For her main course, my friend T went for the lobster ravioli, served with lobster cream.

I decided to save space for dessert (and oyster crackers which I am addicted to) by ordering a cup of clam chowder as my main course. I'm prone to loving most chowders I come across. But this particular cup was perfect- just the right amount of creaminess and heaps of chewy clam in every spoonful.

And to end the night? Homemade gingerbread. Dense, sticky, and heavy on the ginger.