To bring my musings on Massachusetts full circle, I must take this blog back to Provincetown, the first place I deliberately visited in New England. I probably would not have gone (any time soon anyway) had my friends Eric & Alan (hey guys) not married there last weekend. Why not DC? Well, yes it is closer, but they wanted to give a nod to the state to legalize same-sex marriage before any other. Plus, Provincetown is a lovely place for a wedding. And with over 50% of the full-time residents identifying as gay or lesbian, it's not like this sort of thing is unexpected.
I met several of my friends and fellow wedding guests at BWI by sheer coincidence (all out on the same flight). Once in Boston we ran into a woman going to another P'town wedding that same weekend! So the five of us hopped on the mass transit to the World Trade Center station, headed to the docks for our ferry tickets, and sought out food. Our destination was a non-descript sports bar, Jerry Remy's Sports Bar and Grill. Or at least I think it was Jerry Remy's, as the photograph suggests. Apparently their website suggests there is only one, and it's at Fenway Park. Unless the Red Sox have started playing out by the World Trade Center, we definitely weren't eating at Fenway Park. Anyway, we all had some lovely microbrews from Western Massachusetts and some massive burgers. They tout their fried dough burger, which the waitress warned us was at least 1200 calories. I wasn't goin' anywhere near that. One of us did order it, but on a brioche instead. I got a filling and satisfying burger ($14) with a side order of sweet potato fries. As far as sports bars go, it was pretty decent food.

After cocktails we split off into our own separate ways for dinner. I went with the groom and groom and a few more of us to the Karoo Kafe, perhaps Cape Cod's only South African

The next day was filled with little nibbles here and there, some cheap, some relatively pricey, but most good. A note about Provincetown: it is not difficult to find cheap and good food if you know where to look. But it is much much easier to find very expensive food. I was more of the "Where can I get a super-cheap lobster roll that is actually worth eating?" mentality. That's how I roll when I don't get paid until the next weekend.
I needed to wander out that morning for some toothpaste and hair spray. Instead, I found myself meandering up and down the breath-taking Pilgrim Monument and through the Provincetown Museum ($8) - near the site of the first landing of the Pilgrims before heading to Plymouth, I might add. Then my day of eating began.
And oh, all the eating I did:
* The aptly-named Burger Queen was recommended to me by my innkeeper. For just $10 you can get a classic and decent lobster roll, complete with the toasted buttered roll, and both small and large chunks of lobster. They also had a Maryland crab cake (!) available for $16. I didn't bother with it. I wasn't sure how P'town Yankees, God love 'em, would do making a crab cake.
* Since whoopie pies have crossed the Mason-Dixon Line, I have been eating my fair share of them. The one I had at Deja Vu for $2.50 was not one of the better ones I've had, though it wasn't all that bad.
* More than making up for it was the White Russian flavored ice cream from Lewis Brothers ($3.75 for a small cup). Filling.
* I stopped in the Provincetown Portuguese Bakery for more stuff, some meringues to take home for family. I regret that I didn't get to explore more of Portuguese-American culture while there. That will be the next

* A friend from Maine recommended Mojo's among other places, and Mojo's was the only one I could make it to. Their onion chunks (for about $4.50) were fried in some sort of light batter. Very crispy, and I love the take on onion rings, but they were not the best fried onions I've had. Again, not bad.
* Scott Cakes, however, is a local institution. They do their own laid-back take on the national cupcake craze by making just one type of cupcake: yellow buttery cake with

Finally: the wedding at the lovely Crown & Anchor, usually manned by a few drag queens telling passersby what's going on that night. It was a lovely ceremony on the beach at sunset, with delicious appetizers and an open bar. That and so many spectators in the balconies, all strangers to us, applauding from the balconies. I am hoping for that when I land me a husband.
After post-wedding hors d'ouevres and cocktails, we headed into the dining room for dinner. We had several choices, if I remember correctly: seafood pasta (this is what I ordered), scallops (this is what I should have ordered) and steak.
The next morning I headed back to Boston on the Fast Ferry. You will read about my eats there later this week.
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