There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays
17 State Street (Now CR Moultons)
I have to say it is slightly disappointing my Christmas trip 2 years back home to the east coast, which included stops all over Massachusetts, New Hampshire and a 3-day trip to NYC, I was only able to document this one Bloody Mary.
Me, and my then boyfriend, now husband, were on a trip for the holidays so I could introduce this potential life partner to my whole group of family and friends, (no pressure.) At the time, I was living in a place that’s even colder than Boston; Twin Cities, Minnesota.
We had a fabulous time touring around my home state that is rich in history and sports! We toured Fenway Park, went to a Celtics game, then had dinner in the seaport district with friends all in one day.
My husband particularly got a kick out the wicked Boston accents and I spent “only” half the time introducing him with the wrong name (Chris, instead of Christopher) before he kindly asked me to stop.
My husband and I were staying with my best friend Hayley in Newburyport, MA., a wealthy seaside community in north east MA. Hayley and I grew up a few towns over in the “not as rich and affluent” city of Bradford, MA.
Saturday morning came, I had bloody mary on the mind, my husband had pancakes on the mind. A short walk from Hayley’s in the fresh snow that had fallen, nestled in the heart of Newburyport, was busy 17 State Street. The glasses our bloody marys were served in read the words, “No hype, just good beer”. Couldn’t have been more true about the bloodys as well.
No fancy skewers, just a single (ridiculously large) celery stalk and some tasty simple spices, with a punch of horseradish. You can actually see the clumps of it in the picture! Fun fact: horseradish is only of the only perennial vegetables that us Yankee's can grow! The simplicity with the giant kick of horseradish was just what I needed to cure that pesky hangover and be ready to brave the day. The bloody went down smooth and easy and my senses were restored. Nothing like coffee and vodka after a solid week of running around doing constant meet and greets for my poor husband (the vodka and coffee were for me). Oh, and the pancakes were equally satisfying.
Hayley let me know the place we went is now called C.R. Moultons. She recommends getting breakfast there if you are in Newburyport. I do see a signature bloody and pancakes on the menu! Also, if you’re looking for an excellent stylist, Hayley owns a salon in Newburyport, French Twist Salon!