Allston Rock City is often known for its, well, music (among rats, students, and … rats). Between the Paradise, Brighton Music Hall, Great Scott, and O’Brien’s, there’s never a shortage of sweet tune-age on any beautiful day in the neighborhood. But rarely can one resident, whether long or short-term, hear the vibrating drums of multiple marching bands or the wailing trumpets of the Latin Heartbeat Orchestra, just one of the bands, among groups of varying genres, that came out to this year’s Allston Village Street Fair. Sunday in Allston, Harvard Ave. (between Cambridge Street and Brighton Ave.), was home to an “Urban Mardi Gras,” or, as I prefer to refer to it,
“A place to chillax hardcore, hydrate with tasty Honest Tea samples, devour a seemingly infinite five-dollar plate of Grasshopper goodness, and pet some of the best dogs Allston-Brighton has to offer.”
See also: cool dads with even cooler offspring on their shoulders, a book swap, free caramel-curry popcorn, and a reminder that while Allston may be home to an array of different folks, we’re all on that same screwy spectrum, block-partying and hardcore chillax-ing together.