If you’re looking for somewhere to take the ‘rents during their visit to Boston, here are 7 quintessential Boston restaurants that will tempt your parents to their table.

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By Caitlin Fisher I couldn’t quite figure out the paranormal aesthetic of Copp’s Hill Burying Ground: there was an eerie, fantastical aura about the place, shrouded as it is by mist and curling vines, that made it feel like the pumpkin patch from “It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” There, too, were the rolling hills […]

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By Caitlin Fisher “The ghost of Nathaniel Hawthorne really let us down today,” I told my friends as we ran to catch the train back to Boston on Saturday afternoon. Really, it should have been ideal ghost hunting conditions. We were in Salem, Massachusetts, universally acknowledged as one of the most paranormally active cities in […]

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By Caitlin Fisher “JFK’s not here,” Sue told me. “A French king, sure. A colonial woman. A Revolution-era paymaster named Ebenezer. The spirit of a dead chef. But not JFK.” Sue is the manager at the Union Oyster House, the country’s oldest continuously-operating restaurant and one of Boston’s biggest tourist traps. My roommate and I […]

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By Caitlin Fisher “Can you turn my wheel?” This was the question a wizened elderly woman, sitting in front of a complicated instrument I later learned was the glass armonica, asked me early Saturday morning. My friends and I were looking for a fun Family and Friends Weekend activity and had decided to search for […]

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by Caitlin Fisher What I should have been doing last Friday morning: studying for my French test. What I was actually doing last Friday morning: crawling through the window of an abandoned Civil War fort on Georges Island, an isle about 40 minutes off of the shore of Boston. Scaling a rickety wooden staircase and […]

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by Caitlin Fisher Contacting the ghost of a dead playwright — who, incidentally, happened to have died across the hall — on the floor of my bathroom was not how I expected my college Saturday nights to go. But there I was, squished between four of my friends, Ouija board on my lap, on the […]

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