You will never see my ass on one of those fucking buses again.
"Boston bars are very smart. There used to be such a divide. [But] there seems to be a bridging of the gap between the town and gown, of the two Boston's."
“The big thing for us is taking small ideas and seeing how we can build [on them],” says Maul. “But not with gimmicks. We're looking at the future of drinking, [and how] to just make a better drink.”
Be it Davis Square in Somerville, the wild shoddy badlands of Allston, and even the nooks found around Fenway Park, what you're about to read is a story involving intoxicated buffoonery all conducted at your favorite (or not-so-favorite) local haunts, be it drinking in public outdoors (but just for a photo), allusions to shooting pornography, and even men in ruffled shirts becoming threatened by small children drinking out of coconut shells in close proximity to them.