When we last left Back Bay-dwelling douchesipper Peter King, he was busy spoiling “The Office,” failing to understand the meaning of the word “tampering,” and revealing the existence of the dreaded Boston Izzo.

So what does Peter Peter Sphincter Eater have in store for us this week? Will he find decent coffee in Britain? Will he find an Amtrak quiet car that will finally enforce its policy? Will he indulge in more of Pam Whiteley’s signature buttermilk biscuits? The answer lies within…

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