THE BRITISH AREN'T STAYING AT THIS HOTEL

I’ve always wanted to spend the night at a hotel in Boston, overlooking the skyline, but considered it an extravagant pipe-dream. After all, I live a mere train ride away from the city, and I’m in and out of Boston multiple times a month for mere entertainment purposes.

However, my daughter’s wedding (small and Covid-safe, thank you very much) entailed a chance to stay overnight at the Revere Hotel. The Revere is a shout-out to Paul Revere’s much touted and largely thwarted ride from Boston to … as far as he made it … warning the colonists that “The British (were) coming!” A block away from Boston Common, I suppose it’s a rightly fitting moniker for the hotel.

The décor of the twenty-four story hotel is all 1775/1776 Americana, and I freaking loved it. The rooms are all Revolutionary artsy and there’s a life-sized art deco metal sculpture of Revere on his horse in the lobby sitting area that is the absolute coolest thing I’ve ever seen in a hotel. Even the spotless rooms bore eclectic touches – artistic lamps, paintings, sculptures, etc.

The small after-party took place on the seventh floor roof-top deck that looks down and out to the city and up to the rest of the hotel. We didn’t have the typical tourist’s skyline view of Boston, so out-of-towners might’ve been disappointed not to be immediately facing the Pru and the Hancock Tower, but those of us who truly love our city knew exactly what we were looking over.

In the morning I hoofed it about two minutes to the Arlington T then rode the nearly empty subway to North Station and caught the early train home (an hour early … thank goodness I decided to buy the ticket before getting breakfast) and ended up walking through a car show near my house.

The funny thing was when a woman in Boston asked me about a particular T line service, I must’ve looked like the native I am because I immediately responded with, “Well, you can get as far as Haymarket, but the orange line isn’t running to Oak Grove from North Station because they’re redoing that stop, so get off at Haymarket if you’re heading any further.”

Holy crap, where did that come from? And now I have to wonder, did I call it Haymahkit? Sometimes when I’m in the city, I forget that the alphabet has an “R” in it unless the word actually starts with R. Hmmmm, does that make it the Reveeyah Hotel?

I often do Boston “like a tourist,” and I suppose I am one since I don’t actually live within city limits. Now my wish to stay in Boston as if I really am a tourist has been realized. I guess the only thing left is to take a Duck Tour. Yup, I’ve never done that, either. Tourist trip re-do, here I come!