I talked to my mom and she told me I had to eat Chowder (or as they say here Chowda). I am on this vegetarian kick till Thanksgiving but mom hit it exactly right. I needed to try it because who knows how long I will be in Boston. I did my research and decided on the Union Oyster House, America’s oldest restaurant. Vegetarian out the window and my favorite soup was the exception.
I met Ethan there and he joined in on my adventure for the day. Ethan just moved to Boston a few weeks ago for work from Virginia. So here we were both at the bar eating New England Clam Chowder. The bartender Lyle suggested the cornbread too, so we were all in. The “almost world famous cornbread” was the best I had.
When we finished, Ethan said he could go for another bowl, I suggested we tried another location in the area. That is how Chowda Hopping was born. Ethan was down with the search and Lyle sent us off to find Boston Chowda Co. He told us if they recommended Union Oyster, we had to get him a chocolate cannoli from Mike’s Pastry.
We had no idea the power of the cannoli. We get within a few blocks and everyone is carrying the Mike’s Pastry box. On arrival, there was a line outside the door and down the block. Little did we know it was a Boston tradition. Just make sure you bring cash.
Cannoli in hand and down the block someone stops us and asks what is all about. They saw mine and jokingly asked if I was going to eat all of mine. I broke it in half and shared the goodness.
We dropped off the cannoli and won customer of the day awards. Lyle pointed us out to the whole bar and said that is how all customers should be. The reality is, Lyle made the experience a great one which is how all servers should be. Happiness is meant to be shared and that is exactly what we were doing. Recognizing the happiness of others and acting to make someone happier is a mighty act of service. You have the ability to make a big difference in someones life with a small act of kindness. Try it sometime.
At the Boston Chowda company we had a bread bowl with our soup. It was meatier than the Union chowder. After that we walked around taking in the sites of the area. There was music, dancing, food, people, and great vibes. Boston easily is in the top 3 of my favorite cities.
When walking around I saw a guy playing the drums on buckets, pots & pans etc… I stopped and talked to him. His name was David. He was 33 and has 4 kids: 16, 15, 10 and 9. He has been playing since he was 10. I offered to help him by creating music videos, business cards, and getting his name out there. I gave him my information and told him I would love to help him reach his dreams. Dream it forward.
Our last Chowda stop was different than the previous 2. We had time to kill before the Kansas State game (yes we lost). They put bacon in it. Everyone knows my obsession so of course I was in heaven. It wasn’t as thick as the previous 2. Bacon. Enough said.
We went to the watch party. I showed Ethan the KSU chant and he was a sport and anytime we scored (which wasn’t enough) him and another guy that we talked to during the game got up and did the cheer. It is nice to know that other people can go into unknown environments, embrace the moment and have fun.
Ethan was a stranger at the start of the day. I invited him to join on my adventures. What many people can learn from him is that some opportunities will knock on your door at any given time. If you are spontaneous and embrace those opportunities, you can spark an adventure that brings happiness to your life and others.