Chowdah!

We picked up our car from east 31st street, where the desk-lady expressed concerns about fitting our luggage into the trunk of our Impala.

Maggie, our Chevy Impala

Naturally the car's boot was so large we could have fit our bags, the Liar and a spare tire in it.

My first experience driving in the States was a little unnerving, but at least wasn't too involved.  Because the rental garage was on 31st, I just had to drive west a handful of blocks then turn into the Lincoln tunnel, and we were on our way to Boston.

 The trick is not driving on the wrong side of the road, but the wrong side of the car.  Both the Skeptic and I, in our first days driving, tended to drift to the right because we were sitting in the wrong side of the lane.

A navigational snafu on my part meant we got to see more of Boston than we intended on that first evening, but eventually we made it to our hostel in Alston.  Straight away we went to a local bar for some dinner, where we got to try clam chowdah.

Chowdah!

It was delicious, though there was some initial confusion when it was served with 'oyster crackers,' leading to the Liar asking our waitress; "how do I apply these?"