Between Boston and Salem lies Malden, MA, where we stopped off for some tasty Szechuan at Fuloon. The mapo tofu was definitely spicy, not for the faint-hearted, but also had a ton of flavor so it wasn’t just burning off the top few layers of your tongue. Tea-smoked duck (not pictured) was meh, but the buffet had some neat tidbits like tiny steamed buns filled with pork.
Between Boston and NYC is New Haven. We ended up on Wooster Square semi-randomly after just searching yelp for a lunch place, and had delicious, not-too-salty, just savory enough anchovy pizza at Anastasio’s. Also appreciated the mini stromboli (?) tucked into the bread basket.