Opened in 1826 the Union Oyster House is infinitely more than a tourist spot near Faneuil Hall. It is a historical landmark and a mecca for representative New England fare. Dora 'baptism' here was 30 years ago in 1983 as my new bride, and our tradition since is to pay respects at our first lunch on arrival, always. Our menu has pretty much remained the same over time; starting with a mix plate of bivalves notably Cherrystones, Littlenecks & Oysters for Dora - her record was 2 dozens at the Oyster Bar downstairs, much to the astonishment of fellow diners - and for me, Boston Steamers which are like mini Geoducts, with sea salted drawn butter. Our mains rarely depart from the shortlist of Boston Scrod, a local white fish that resembles sea bass, seared scallops (huge ones like their Hokkaido cousins but only taste half as sweet) and Lazyman's Lobster when we feel like big-spenders ie a huge pile of tails and claws only, in a Newburg Cream Sauce with fluffy Uncle Ben rice on the side.
Boston is a town of strong traditions, frankly things and people have hardly changed since I left in 1972. The Union Oyster House is a prime example, she survived 187 years, on almost the same menu. What is even more amazing is from recollection prices never did sky-rocket as they did in New York City eateries over the same period.
Do not miss this pilgrimage next time you are on the Pilgrim Trail!
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