If you’ve had enough of the Boston scene and are craving an aural adventure with mettle (not metal, ahem) and authenticity, Nova Scotia has it going on.
LET’S BOLT: A DIARY FROM SOMEONE WHO ALMOST BLEW UP ON THE BOLT BUS YESTERDAY
You will never see my ass on one of those fucking buses again.
PUNCH-ING IN: DAVID WONDRICH ON BOSTON BARS AND DRINKING RUM AS A CHILD
"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."
WEIRD SCIENCE: CAFÉ ARTSCIENCE’S TODD MAUL WANTS TO MAKE YOU A DRINK THAT DOESN’T EXIST
“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.”
REVIEW + FOTOBOM: ICEAGE AT GREAT SCOTT
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.