Kind of like those epic house parties featured in ’90s rom-coms, minus the interior monologues and awkward pauses and, well, everything else. So really, not alike at all. Well, maybe that “epic” part. Continue reading
Kind of like those epic house parties featured in ’90s rom-coms, minus the interior monologues and awkward pauses and, well, everything else. So really, not alike at all. Well, maybe that “epic” part. Continue reading
As I walk into old friend Cask ‘N Flagon across the street from Fenway, I’m greeted by a sea of multicolored jerseys representing colleges from all over the country: Harvard, Duke, Wisconsin, Wichita State (go Wheatshockers!), New Mexico, Northeastern (not sure about that one), Ohio State.
And Connecticut. So, so many UConn shirts. Blue and gray everywhere. Must be time for March Madness.
Maybe these numbers will help you forget Eli’s stupid face. Continue reading
The first in our ongoing column about sp0rtz: 52 Games. “We have the worst pass-defense not just in the league, but in the history of the game.” Yipes. Continue reading
Now you’ve landed on this side of the Charles. Don’t despair! Allston/Davis isn’t so bad, especially when you consider the options just around the corner/down the Red Line. Our valuable, well-paid and severely underworked staff can show you what we mean. Continue reading
Bar Havoc heads down to Kenmore Square for the Red Sox home opener and experiences what Boston is in for this season– a great bar scene and great baseball. Continue reading
Dropkick Murphys rock Bar Havoc and Boston for St. Patrick’s Day weekend … Continue reading
Every Thursday for the last couple months, the Dig’s been picking up the tab for any browser-hounds clever enough to sleuth out our super-secret free-beer staging areas. That is, anybody tech-savvy enough to open an email. Or check our Twitter feed. Or maybe glance at our website. Imbibers … of the future. Continue reading
This Thursday night, the bromance/showmance between the Wandas and McAlister Drive hits fever pitch when both bands descend upon the stage at Oliver’s. Christoph’s mustache and a good long glance at Keith’s uvula (don’t Google it) over the last bars of “Lose You” are reasons enough to head over to the music spot attached to famed Fenway watering hole the Cask N’ Flagon, but HEY: WE’RE GIVING AWAY FREE BEER COURTESY OF MILLER LITE. Continue reading
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