New England Mussels: the Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Tuesday afternoon somewhere near Boston, sitting at the registration desk waiting for the day's seminar to end so I can drive North to Portland, Maine. I plan on spending the night ordering crappy movies and room service so I can recover from either exhaustion or a minor cold...even though I never get sick. Sunday evening was spent eating mussels with my colleague Yvette at a place near Providence called the Red Stripe. We both munched down a few good ones before gagging a bit on some of the less-fresh, fishier versions of shellfish and washed it all down with multiple glasses of wine. Monday I headed for Boston with my presenter, where we had an amazing Italian meal and I got a cup of coffee at Mike's Pastry:

Me and a Mike's Pastry styrofoam cup of coffee