Boston (212) Cafe: If you’re a diehard Yankees fan, hated Good Will Hunting, and cringe whenever you hear someone say “wicked pissah,” stop reading now. Though it has only been open a few months, owner Charlie Garland has transformed this basement space into a friendly, congenial haven for transplanted Massholes and their friends to meet, greet, and go on a “bendah.” Virulent Yankees loyalists may prefer to avoid this cheerful dive’s in-your-face Boston pride, but the patrons don’t “hahbah” any resentment toward New Yohkahs. So whether you’re a Sox sympathizer, a fan of classic rock, or you just want to meet cute bartenders sporting that oh-so-sexy Boston accent, there’s a place for you here. Just don’t come expecting to find Jimmy Fallon practicing his “Boston teens” skit. |