Cape Cod Jet Lag Journal: Race Point & The Red Inn
Provincetown: it’s not just for gays. This dreamy tip of the Cape is where you arrive when you take the ferry from downtown Boston. (Which I recommend – grab a coffee and a sweatshirt and sit right in the sun in the front of the boat. If your friend’s Dad – who you have a crush on – drops you off with well wishes at the ferry entrance, so much the better.) This is a town for shopping, great restaurants, and yes, some fierce drag queens. Someday, I would love to attend Victor’s Drag Queen Brunch. Two of America’s finest institutions in one activity! Once, I bought a sweet piece of artwork here on a rainy day at the Adam Peck Gallery that now hangs above my bed.
This is the far end of the Cape, so of course of the beaches are beautiful. Race Point is named for the fierce rip tides that whip around the point. If I ever just had to be the victim of a shark attack, I’d want it to happen here. I have been told that this is the easternmost point of the United States, but after looking at a map, I have a feeling that is family lore.
Located on the very tip of Cape Cod on Provincetown Harbor is the most charming inn and restaurant called The Red Inn. This is not just a place to dine, this is a destination. It’s cozy with wood plank floors, fireplaces, and beautiful local artwork. I spend all year long trying to find a bar in New York City who can replicate The Red Inn’s perfect espresso martinis, but I never succeed. These are just the best, and I like it that way.
The cuisine is steak and seafood and of course delicious. Even hot dogs would be elevated to a new form of deliciousness in this setting.
And of course, nothing wraps up a meal like a cocktail on the water in Adirondack chairs.
A little artistic sidenote: Among many of the artists featured at The Red Inn is Ann Gorbett, who creates palette knife paintings of Cape Cod scenes, including the restaurant.