As fate would have it, during my most recent trip to Boston, I celebrated my birthday. Normally being in Boston for my birthday wouldn’t be a bad thing, except I was with a group of work people that I barely knew. So, I kept word of my birthday quiet, ending up at the Cheesecake Factory for an early dinner. It was fine, nothing special, but there was no way I was going to let my birthday end there. So, after walking back to the hotel and changing quickly I took off for downtown with one thought on my mind; Boston Cream Pie! And when you search for Boston Cream Pie in Boston, there is one place that rises to the top; the Omni Parker House.
The Omni Parker House is said to be the birthplace of the Boston Cream Pie. Walking in, it maintains all of the charm that you would expect of an early 20th century establishment in the heart of Boston. The lobby of the hotel is a little dark, but in a cozy kind of way with older furniture and chandeliers that would be obnoxious in most other settings. The dining room is white tablecloths with white napkins, dark curtains, and old wall hangings. In the bar (which is naturally where I went), it was again comfortable with dark wood and overstuffed furniture.
I sat down, and as soon as the waiter walked up, I ordered a dark rum (Myers on this occasion) and Boston Cream Pie. As most people know, Boston Cream Pie isn’t actually a pie. It’s a layered sponge cake filled with cream and topped with chocolate. I was expecting a nice big slice of pie to show up, but was surprised to see my own individual pie arrive. I picked up my glass, toasted my self on my birthday, and dug in.
The Boston Cream Pie wasn’t as good as advertised. It was better!! The sponge cake was light and fluffy, but the cream was just as light. It was sweet, but not overly sweet. The semi-sweet chocolate on the top balanced it out very nicely, and added a textural element, as did the almonds on the side. But what really made this dessert special was the light bit of strawberry sauce that was on the bottom of the plate. There was something about the hint of fruitiness as it soaked into the bottom layer of the sponge cake. And of course, a nice dark rum complimented it wonderfully!!
That piece of pie absolutely made my night. After I finished it and the three incredibly plump and delicious blackberries, I sat back, sipping my drink, and seriously debated ordering a second serving before deciding instead just to make my way back to my room. The picture hardly does it justice as it was beautifully presented, wonderfully delicious and just what I wanted. I’ve heard rumors that there may be a better BCP in Boston, but there is just something about going to where it was invented, sitting in that environment, and just enjoying something so simple but executed so well. It’s kind of like going to Fenway Park. Sure there may be better, fancier stadiums, but you just can’t outdo the classics.