Barracuda Tavern

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Just up the alley from Marliave is a much different, lesser-known establishment. In fact, if you weren’t specifically looking for the Barracuda Tavern, you probably wouldn’t find it. Nor is it the sort of bar you’d necessarily stumble upon; with a discreet sign, nondescript door, off of a sidewalk filled with overflowing trash cans, it might not even be the kind of place you’d walk into even if you did realize it was a bar… But actually, it’s a pretty good one.

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Just beyond the narrow black door off the dark alley that is Bosworth Street is a staircase leading to what almost feels like a private party that you weren’t supposed to know about. Up those stairs is a bright, unusual bar with a good menu, plenty of beer and cocktail options, and a small crowd of after-work patrons.

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The Barracuda Tavern revels in a nautical theme – from its name, to its décor, to its food and drink offerings. There are ship wheels, large and small, everywhere; a full-size rowboat right in the middle of the room; kitschy crustaceans on the wall; fish-themed art for sale; and a jukebox that only plays songs like “Beyond the Sea,” “The Ocean,” “Under the Sea,” “Blow the Man Down,” and other seaworthy songs (kidding about that last part).

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Having only opened in 2010, Barracuda still feels very new. It’s a small, attractive space, with hardwood flooring, an entire wall of exposed brick, and large windows that look out onto the street. Red lights hang over a modest, L-shaped bar that only sports about five or six seats. Still, there are plenty of tables to sit and stand around, giving the room a cozy but open feel.

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When I arrived around 5 p.m. on a Tuesday, there were about a dozen people, and maybe half that when I left a couple hours later. I’ve heard it can get packed on occasion, but it’s always been pretty quiet and comfortable whenever I’ve been here.

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I first heard about Barracuda shortly after it opened. It was right near my office, and since my work friends and I were wearying of the local options, I was thrilled to have a new place to try. So I mentioned it to my good friend and coworker, Jen, who heartily agreed that we should check it out sometime. She then went without me and reported back about how cool it was.

Poor form, Jen. Poor form.

I finally scoped the bar out for myself not long afterward, and it became a regular haunt of ours for a while. I even made Jen’s ringtone on my phone “Barracuda” by Heart, given her fondness for the place (I’ve since changed it to “Jenny” by Tommy Tutone, but she doesn’t need to know that).

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Jen accompanied me on this particular occasion and, as usual, Barracuda didn’t disappoint.

Barracuda offers a fun cocktail menu that sticks to the seafaring theme, with names like Gilligan’s Fog, the Nor’easter, the Irish Fisherman, and the Skipper, among others. My evening began with what seems to be the signature drink here – the Cuda Runner. It’s a tropical concoction of vanilla, coconut, and spiced rum, with a splash of cranberry juice and lemonade. A perfect drink for this summery weather we’ve been having here in Boston (in March!).

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I guess you could say I was taking one for the blog with my next move – a dubious sounding mix of Grand Marnier, Southern Comfort Fiery Pepper, and cranberry juice. But with a name like the Pissed-Off Pirate (yarrrr), how could I not try it? I’d call this a novelty cocktail; the kick from the spice made for a fairly unique drink, but I doubt I’d get it again. (Jen’s assessment: “Not bad…I don’t know, though.”)

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The food menu favors seafood (who would’ve guessed?). The entrees include the usual staples, like fish and chips, scallops, a grilled catch of the day, that sort of thing. There’s a sandwich menu that caters more to land lubbers, with an impressive-sounding steak sandwich and a Cuban sandwich that, for reasons I can’t begin to explain, I have yet to try (I could start a whole separate blog about my love of Cuban sandwiches and my quest to find the best around).

I confess I’ve never gotten past the appetizers, which are plenty pleasing. Jen and I went straight for our old standby – fish tacos. Usually you get a satisfying plate of three for $8; not a bad deal if you don’t feel like shelling out your hard-earned doubloons for an entrée. But to our delight we discovered that Tuesday was $2 Taco Night, so we got two apiece and split an order of calamari. Oh, and if you love tacos but hate fish, you’re in luck – chicken or beef tacos are available as well and, if you’re feeling indecisive, you can mix and match to your heart’s content.

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Covered with jalapenos and a spicy chipotle sauce, these bad boys had a major kick to them. The calamari was topped with spicy cherry peppers and a Cajun aioli, which just added to the heat. Our mouths aflame, it was time for a couple of beers.

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Barracuda’s draft selection is small but respectable. Amid the usual suspects like Guinness, Stella, and Bud Light are slightly less common offerings like Drifter Pale Ale, Leffe Brown, and Pilsner Urquell. Barracuda either no longer carries (or was simply out of) Shipyard, which was a little disappointing; this used to be one of the only bars in Boston that consistently had Shipyard on draft. Plus, for a bar with a nautical theme and a huge Shipyard sign in the middle of the room…I mean, come on!

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The selection of bottled beer, on the other hand, is stellar. The Barracuda Tavern boasts one of the better selections of microbrews in the city. The beer menu even has a separate section of porters, stouts, and dessert beers, with such options as Maine’s Coal Porter and the rich Young’s Double Chocolate Stout.

Jen opted for a Leffe Blonde, and I rounded out the night with a refreshing Cisco Whale’s Tale. Sufficiently full from appetizers, that Cuban sandwich would have to wait for another visit.

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As Jen and I sipped our suds and commiserated about discussed our shared appreciation for our jobs, I began to wonder why I don’t stop in here more often. It’s a really charming bar, never crowded but never dead, with consistently friendly service and good beer. It’s not the highest-profile option in the area, but something about the cozy atmosphere makes me hope it stays that way.

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The Barracuda Tavern is an unusual, underrated bar worth seeking out. The cocktails are a little on the pricey side; I’m not sure a Dark & Stormy needs to go for $10. Lower-end beers, like PBR, Narragansett, and Schlitz (!) are $4 – a little excessive for mildly alcoholic water, especially since those beers can be found more cheaply elsewhere in the vicinity. But the microbrews are priced just right, and if $2 Taco Tuesday isn’t enough of a bargain for you, Wednesday is $0.25 Wing Night.

The best thing about the Barracuda is that it’s a quiet refuge hidden away in the heart of the Financial District. Stopping in is especially refreshing on a raw, rainy day in Boston, when you can slip down an obscure alley, ascend a flight of stairs, and step into a laid-back bar that makes you feel, even just for a while, like you’re vacationing on the seaside.

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Address: 15 Bosworth Street, Boston

Website:http://www.barracudatavern.com/

Marliave

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On the heels of my cocktail adventures at Scholars, I figured my next post should focus on something a little more run-of-the-mill. A simple bar where I could have a few beers, split a couple of appetizers with my wife Melissa, and call it a night. But our first destination was too crowded to allow for good pictures, and let’s just say the service didn’t inspire us to wait until the Friday after-work crowd died down. So we hopped on over to Marliave for what turned out to be a surprisingly fun and interesting evening – resulting in another cocktail-heavy post. My previous two trips to Marliave had been a mixed bag. While I liked the bar and loved their concept – serving Prohibition-era cocktails – my experiences there had been a little inconsistent.

But my third visit was like a cool, smooth chaser, quickly taking the sting out of the prior bitterness and leaving me with a new appreciation for this fairly unique bar.

Similar perhaps to the era it endeavors to recapture, Marliave is tucked away at the end of an alley in Downtown Crossing. It was originally opened in 1885, and while it hasn’t been in continuous operation since then, the modern version stays true to its late 19th century roots. The exterior is elegant but simple: a black and white façade with wrought-iron accents, gold lettering, and a classic hanging sign.

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The interior is upscale yet understated – a low-lit black and white décor, nothing to grab your attention except the glorious collection of liquor bottles. The long, marble bar hearkens back to a time when going out for cocktails was the centerpiece of a very special evening.

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There’s a surprising amount of space for what feels like an intimate environment. Marliave has two floors, each with its own bar, and a separate dining room upstairs. The upstairs area was full when Mel and I arrived at 7:15, but we managed to find two seats at the downstairs bar.

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I’ve never eaten at Marliave, and since I’d filled up on appetizers at the previous establishment, I didn’t sample the culinary offerings on this visit (for what it’s worth, I’ve heard the food is excellent). Not surprisingly, though, the cocktails are the main event. The drinks are inventive but largely built on the traditional liquors you’d expect to find in the 1920s – whiskey and gin.

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As I would at any establishment that has a menu devoted to specialty cocktails, I debated my options for a good 10 minutes. I finally settled on the Ulysses S. Grant. It’s Svedka vodka, Plymouth sloe gin, cranberry juice, seltzer, and lemon. It sounded like a solid, classic, old-fashioned drink. Unfortunately, it looked like this:

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Yes, I know what you’re thinking…pink lemonade. Frankly, that’s what it tasted like, too. You know who would never drink this? Ulysses S. Grant. Don’t get me wrong – it was delightful, but my enjoyment of it came at the expense of ribbing from Melissa (thankfully, our other friends hadn’t arrived yet).

While I casually sipped my sophisticated cocktail (read: quickly sucked down my girly looking drink to quell the teasing), Mel and I noticed a small cask behind the bar. As we debated whether it was merely decorative or actually contained something, the bartender told us that inside was 6-week oak-barrel-aged Old Overholt Rye for use in their Manhattans – which, once the choir of angels in my head concluded their divine song, I ordered.

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Marliave’s version of the Manhattan is called the Jennie Churchill, named after the mother of Winston. (Legend has it that Ms. Churchill created the Manhattan cocktail, but there’s some dispute to that. Regardless, it makes for a good story.) Combined with the oak-aged rye is Vya sweet vermouth, house-made (yeah, you read that right) cinnamon bitters, and cherries imported from Italy.

Please…I need a minute.

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The Manhattan is my favorite cocktail, and I think the best ones are the most traditional, with no extra ingredients or variations. Marliave honors that tradition, the only departure being the cinnamon bitters; they weren’t overpowering, but were enough to distinguish the Jennie Churchill from other versions. And the imported cherries? Molto Bene! How I’ll ever go back to just a plain ol’ Maraschino cherry, I don’t know. I am forever spoiled.

Melissa was especially intrigued by the cherries and was clearly angling to have mine once I’d drained my Manhattan. Being the ever gracious husband, I…offered to split it with her. Fortunately, my half-hearted attempt at generosity was not lost on the bartender, who settled the issue by giving us these:

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It was at about this point that I realized how astute and talented our bartender, Brian, was. While Melissa was contemplating her next order, Brian suggested the bar’s most popular cocktail: the Tres Curieux, made with Hendrick’s gin, St. Germaine, lime, grapefruit, Prosecco, and a cucumber garnish. Mel was unmoved by its apparent popularity, so Brian made her a sample. You know, it’s not uncommon to see beer samples handed out; but a cocktail sample? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that. I mean, that requires some work!

The sample, of course, made Mel feel obligated inclined to order the full cocktail…which was exquisite. I’m a recent convert to Hendrick’s gin; it paired perfectly with the fruit and the Prosecco for a strong drink with natural sweetness. The cucumber garnish added a burst of freshness.

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With Mel all set for the next half hour or so, it was time for my next choice. I probably could’ve stayed with those Manhattans for the rest of the night, but with so many other intriguing options on the menu, and a bartender who was clearly devoted to the art of the cocktail, I felt there were new frontiers to explore.

Thus, after more careful consideration, I went with the Waterloo – Bombay gin, Champagne, and lemon. The dryness of the gin, the bubbles from the Champagne, a subtle contribution from the twist of lemon peel…pure alcoholic bliss. Of course, I was again derided for having a girly looking drink.

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Maybe it was the cocktails, maybe it was the thinning post-work crowd, but at this point the evening turned decidedly social. All night we’d been sitting next to a guy who appeared to be a regular, given his rapport with Brian. Our neighbor’s name was George, who, as fate would have it, went to Suffolk University and now teaches in its English department. Since I’m also a Suffolk English department alumni, we hit it off pretty quickly.

George is indeed a regular at Marliave, and once he learned about my little project, he was only too happy to expound upon some of the bar’s lesser-known features. For example, at one point he said, “Hey, want to see something cool for your blog?” and asked the bartender for “a Coke with no glass.” My first thought was that Brian and George had worked out a routine whereby Brian would take the hose for the Coke fountain and fire the contents directly into George’s mouth from the other side of the bar. In fact, they were merely demonstrating that Marliave uses old-fashioned Coke bottles in order to stick with their classic theme (this is a pretty neat detail on Marliave’s part, eschewing fountain drinks for glass bottles; but I confess I was slightly disappointed at not seeing the hose trick I’d envisioned).

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Catching up on Suffolk times, engaging in enlightened conversation, learning more about Marliave – this was all great, but George’s best contribution to the night was his knowledge of off-the-menu drink specialties. He implored me to ask Brian for a “smash.” This is Marliave’s version of a whiskey smash, with, as I understand it, Brian’s and George’s customizations. It’s made with Blanton’s single-barrel bourbon, lemon juice, water, agave syrup, with muddled mint leaves and another of those delectable cherries.

This baby was a work of art (and very manly looking).

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But George wasn’t the only one to impart some knowledge of craft cocktails. Shortly thereafter, I heard the woman next to me ask Brian whether he could make a Moscow Mule. He responded in the affirmative, of course. You don’t exactly need a Ph.D. in mixology to stir up ginger beer, vodka, and a lime. But then she threw him a curveball – “Do you guys serve real Moscow Mules?” I missed the rest of the exchange, but it was clear that Marliave couldn’t satisfy her request.

I was intrigued by what constituted a real Moscow Mule. She told me that in Lebanon, where she’s from, the drink isn’t made with ginger beer – it’s done with muddled ginger, combined with orange juice or soda, a cucumber, and of course, vodka. If I was accustomed to drinking that version, I too would sneer at the more common ginger beer imposter. She mentioned that this version of the cocktail is pretty much impossible to find around here (which is kind of weird; it certainly isn’t hard to get your hands on fresh ginger). To his credit, Brian said that although he was lacking the key ingredient, he’d look into getting it.

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Resigned to not having her authentic Moscow Mule, my new friend was stuck on the menu and couldn’t decide what to get. I recommended she start with the Tres Curieux. She was on the fence, but I told her that it was so good, if she got it and wasn’t completely satisfied, she could put it on my tab. She got it and, of course…loved it.

It was around this time that our friends Mario and Scott showed up and joined the festivities (which were pretty festive at that point). It was around 10:15, Motown music was filling the room, and there were only about 10 people at the downstairs bar (upstairs was full, though). Mel, me, and the girl from Lebanon persuaded Mario to get a Tres Curieux, which he did.

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Mario has a knack for getting into conversations with most bartenders, so it wasn’t long before he was chatting with the amiable Brian. They talked about Mojitos – specifically, the proper amount of mint to include.

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Mario was soon drinking one and declared that it was one of the best in Boston. And dear readers, Mario hails from Puerto Rico – home of the Bacardi distillery, and where they know a thing or two about Mojitos.

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The night started winding down around 11, and the bar was pretty quiet at this point. I rounded out my night with a beer. Marliave doesn’t have any beer on draft; however, they have a small but respectable selection of bottled beer. I went with a Konig Pilsner – a light, crisp conclusion to the evening.

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Mel closed out her night with a Jennie Churchill, and Brian thoughtfully included two cherries. Does it get any better?

Last Call

Marliave takes its Prohibition-era cocktails seriously. It’s clear that some hard work went into these recipes, even the simplest ones; you can get a great Manhattan anywhere, but try finding a bar that makes its own bitters and imports cherries from Italy. Being served by a bartender who knows his stuff and clearly enjoys the process of mixing an exceptional drink makes a huge difference.

Marliave isn’t the sort of place you’d go for a few beers. Some might consider it more of a “special occasion” bar. And the drinks aren’t cheap, though at $10, they’re about what you’d pay for craft cocktails anywhere in Boston. But with thoughtful drink recipes and bartenders skilled enough to execute them, each Marliave cocktail feels like a special occasion unto itself.

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Address: 10 Bosworth Street, Boston

Website:http://www.marliave.com/home/

Scholars

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Whenever the topic of Scholars American Bistro and Cocktail Lounge comes up in conversation, I try to casually mention that I was there on the night it opened. You see, on those exceptionally rare occasions when I have an opportunity to portray myself as a hip guy with his finger on the pulse of Boston nightlife, I seize it. The truth, though, is that my attendance at Scholars’ grand opening was dumb luck. My sister forwarded me an e-mail she’d received about this new bar, thinking I’d like it. Intrigued, I led some office mates there on a Friday after work, and as fate would have it, Scholars had officially opened its doors just a few hours earlier. My coworkers applauded my good taste and seemed impressed with my social-scene savvy – a notion I did little to dispel.

But now you know the truth.

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The first thing you might notice about Scholars is how freakin’ big it is for a downtown Boston bar. Having taken over a building that was once a Talbots store, the space occupies two floors and could easily accommodate 200,000 drinkers plus staff (or maybe a little less). The interior feels fresh, new, and refined, with dark carpeting and hardwood flooring, and stonework and mirrors on the walls. The huge staircase leading upstairs adds to its overall sense of grandeur.

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On the first floor is a long, beautiful bar, and plenty of tables and booths if you’re dining. A little further in is something akin to a lounge. A cozy area with couches and other cushy chairs, it gives off the air of a den built for the express purpose of sipping scotch and smoking cigars. You won’t be doing the latter here, but it’s perfect for relaxing and having a good conversation.

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Still feeling a little crowded? Head upstairs! It’s a whole ‘nother world up there. You’ll find a second bar, smaller than the downstairs one. This one’s almost like a hotel bar, with low lighting and a more intimate atmosphere. The bar itself is illuminated, which gives it the appearance of a warm, inviting beacon in this otherwise dark environment.

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There’s also a balcony overlooking the main bar area. This space is sometimes reserved for parties, but if no one’s using it, it’s a great place to sit and watch the happenings on the floor below.

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And finally (yes, there’s more), there’s a billiards area with four pool tables and a row of big, leather shoeshine chairs. Whatever inspired someone to put shoeshine chairs in a bar, I’ll never know; though they’re pretty comfortable.

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But Scholars is much more than just a pretty space. It has an extensive draft beer selection, chock full of microbrews and traditional favorites. In addition to a few seasonal offerings, such as Goose Island Mild Winter, there are a couple of top-notch Belgians and some local favorites, like Fisherman’s Ale and the ultra-popular Pretty Things Baby Tree.

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The bottled beer selection is even more impressive, with a few especially unusual choices like Lexington Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale and Wells Banana Bread Beer (yes…tastes just like it).

If you’re not in a beer mood, feast your eyes on Scholars’ cocktail list, which can stand up to that of any bar in the city. The drink menu is divided into four sections, the titles of which play off the “scholarship” theme: Home Room, History Class, Study Group, and Field Trips. The drinks correspond loosely to the headings; under “History Class” are aptly named offerings such as the 1822 and the Boston Tea Party (with a house blend peach tea infusion). The selections under “Study Group,” appropriately, are all available in pitchers.

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The food menu is unlike any bar I’ve been in (then again, this isn’t merely a bar…it’s a bistro). You won’t be scarfing down nachos and wings here. The most conventional offering on the appetizer menu is Fried Pickles. After that, it ranges from unusual – White Fish Fritters, Lump Crab and Spinach Dip, Tuna Tartare – to borderline exotic: Rabbit Cakes en Salmoreji, Beef Tongue Pate. If you’re not feeling that daring, the Four Cheese Empanadas might be a safer bet.

The culinary adventures continue with the entrée menu, which manages to put a modern twist on even some of the most traditional dishes. I’m dying to try the Stuffed Meatloaf. The Fish ‘N’ Chips comes with jalapeno haddock, lime parmesan frites, and smoked paprika tartar sauce. Then there’s the Pork Belly Gnocchi; as I’m writing this, I find myself wondering why I haven’t ordered it yet.

Then again, I have yet to make it past the Apple-Cashew Chutney Burger. Topped with smoked gouda and applewood-smoked bacon, accompanied by parmesan steak fries, this gourmet burger always manages to sway me from some of those funkier options.

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While Scholars has become a regular after-work place for me, I was recently here on a Saturday night with my friend and fellow barhopper, Brian. At 7 p.m., the bar was gradually filling up, but we easily got a couple of seats.

My evening began with a couple of cocktails. First up – the Van Halen-inspired Rye Can’t This Be Love, a whiskey-based concoction with Cointreau and nicely balanced fruit overtones.

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Pretty good, but the real prize was the Independence Day – cognac, Cointreau, champagne, a raw sugar cube, and Peychaud’s bitters. It was smooth and highly drinkable, with the champagne seeming to elevate the flavors of the other ingredients.

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The evening sufficiently under way, it was time to explore the beer list. I ordered a Cisco Bailey’s Blonde, and I was pleasantly surprised when the bartender offered me a sample, cautioning me that it was a strong ale and unlike most blondes.

You know, something like that goes a long way, especially in a place like this. Maybe at, say, Boston Beerworks, you’d figure the staff would be obligated to describe and opine on their beers, because that’s their main draw. Scholars has a lot more than its beer list going for it, but this showed me that the bartender knew her stuff and cared about my order. It’s an upscale bar, but that doesn’t mean there’s a snooty attitude. Extra credit for you, Scholars!

Anyway, she was totally right about the beer. The sample didn’t do it for me so I opted for the Geary’s Hampshire Special Ale, an excellent Portland beer that Brian was already wisely drinking.

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I got my customary burger. (I’ll try something else next time – I promise.) Brian got the Margharita pizza and was suitably impressed. He said it would be better without the oregano, but he had no complaints.

After dinner, we headed upstairs for a friendly game of pool. The tables aren’t regulation size, but unless you’re a serious billiards enthusiast, who cares? They’ve got cool-looking black felt, a subtle complement to the low-lit surroundings. Pool costs $15 an hour during peak hours, $12 on non-peak hours. It’s free after 10 p.m. on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday (and bully for you if you’re out shooting pool after 10 p.m. on Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday; some of us have to work in the morning).

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Our gentlemanly game quickly devolved into a one-sided thrashing. I completely annihilated Brian. I think he sunk three balls all night; I ran the table twice. At one point, I’m pretty sure I saw him fighting back tears. In a low, quivering voice, my humiliated friend asked whether we could abandon our match and retire to the second-floor bar – a request to which I gracefully assented. (None of that’s true, but history is written by the bloggers.)

I returned to Scholars on a Wednesday after work, about a week and a half later, figuring I should sample another cocktail or two to round out this post. I sought out the bartender who’d been so helpful on Saturday. Her name is Amber, and she’s the full-time bartender here. She remembered me from my last trip, either because I was such a pleasant customer or because I was the only weirdo taking pictures of his food and drinks.

We got to chatting (and by chatting, I mean me pestering her with questions, which she patiently and cheerfully answered while doing things she actually gets paid for, like making drinks and training a new bartender). It turns out that Amber’s beer knowledge is nothing compared to her cocktail wizadry.

I asked if she had any recommendations, and she directed me to a drink called the Living Waters. It’s a mix of Hennessy, Fernet Branca (Amber's favorite liqueur), St. Germain, two types of bitters, and a marinated cherry. Amber confessed that the bar was out of Hennessy, but pledged to make me an equally satisfying version. She also traded the cherry for a spear of three cranberries that had been marinated in Grand Marnier and sugar. The result was heavenly. A sweet and strong cocktail that looked as good as it tasted.

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Scholars even manages to put a unique twist on something as basic as a gin and tonic. The Scholars Gin & Tonic features a house-made syrup, which gives the drink a taste and color you wouldn’t expect. A dusting of nutmeg completes the drink. When a simple cocktail like this can surprise me, I consider it a success.

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But what really blew me away was the fact that while she was making the drinks, Amber used a stirring straw to extract a small amount of the cocktail, sample it, and continue her work (don’t worry, she threw the straw away). This happened in the span of about one second; if you blinked, you’d miss it. But it made me feel like I was being served by a bartender who genuinely cared about her craft and wouldn’t give me a cocktail that she wouldn’t drink herself. Seriously, how often do you see that?

Given its convenient downtown location by the Old State House, Scholars draws a sizable after-work crowd. I’ve never had to wait for a table when I’m eating, but by 5:30 or so on my most recent visit, there were only a couple of open seats at the bar.

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The scene changes as night falls, particularly on the weekends, with the well-dressed professionals giving way to a stylish younger crowd. There’s a $5 cover starting around 9:30 or 10 on Fridays and Saturdays, whenever the DJ shows up; by 11, house music booms for those looking to get their groove on. So depending on what you’re looking for, it’s a good place to end your day…or to continue your night.

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At Scholars, the efforts at sophistication are evident in everything from the ambiance to the menu. Eschewing neon beer signs for chandeliers, Budweiser for microbrews, and potato skins for pot stickers, this place certainly isn’t aiming for the pub crowd. Still, it manages to have a pretty broad appeal.

That’s because the owners of Scholars use every inch of its palatial size to great advantage. You can mill about with the masses at the bar or cool your heels in the lounge area. If the weekend night house music isn’t your thing, you can play pool upstairs and enjoy a completely different vibe. If you’re going with a group, there are multiple areas you can reserve and enjoy some relative privacy.

Scholars isn't an ordinary bar, so don't make your visit there ordinary. There are intriguing beers to try, fantastic cocktails to enjoy, and a bold menu to choose from. Like me, you'll probably need more than one trip to appreciate everything this bar has to offer.

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Address: 25 School Street, Boston

Website:http://www.scholarsbostonbistro.com/

Intermission Tavern

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It’s not all that often you hear someone say “Hey, let’s head to the Theater District for drinks!” With all due respect to the epicenter of the city’s most highbrow culture, it’s not exactly a hotbed of Boston nightlife. But that doesn’t mean you have to don your finest duds and be holding a theater ticket to have a few drinks in this neighborhood. And for that, I give you the Intermission Tavern.

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My first encounter with the Intermission Tavern was with my friend Brian (who also accompanied me on one of my most recent visits). We came here because we were headed to the Boston Common Loews for a movie and needed a change of scenery from our usual pre-movie haunt, the Beantown Pub. I’d never heard of the place and chose it because Google Maps said (correctly) it was near the Loews.

Of all the bars I’ve randomly sought out or stumbled upon, this ranks as one of my favorite discoveries; it feels appropriate to make it the subject of my first official review.

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Nestled in between the lower edge of Boston Common and the Theater District, the Intermission Tavern clearly caters to entertainment lovers. With its name, décor, and cleverly titled menu selections, they play up the theater theme without managing to shove it in your face.

From the outside, this is an unassuming little place. It looks amusingly diminutive, flanked as it is by two taller buildings, and its pointed roof gives it the appearance of a Swiss chalet. You might walk right by it en route to one of the theaters in the area, never pausing to give it a second glance.

The interior, as a friend of mine so deftly described it, is almost like an upscale dive bar. That sounds contradictory, I know. But it is this shaky balance between upscale and casual that, for me, distinguishes the Intermission Tavern.

In fact, of the Intermission Tavern is rife with contradictions. The bar gives off a dark, cozy, tucked-away away vibe, but it’s a beautifully renovated space with cherry-toned hardwood flooring and brick walls. It offers elegant cocktails…and gut-busting burgers. Its patrons range from fresh-faced college students drinking cheap beer to an elderly couple that I saw at a corner table sipping what looked like very serious martinis.

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patrons

But nowhere is that balance more evident than in the bar’s décor, which wavers between sophistication and kitsch. Wall hangings paying homage to classic Broadway productions are offset by an MTV Moonman statue and a lightsaber mounted above the bar. Bizarrely, front and center behind the bar is a huge painting reproduction of a nude woman, which always elicits a few sophomoric giggles from Brian and me.

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lightsaber

My guess is that the owners of the Intermission Tavern were hoping to lure the well-heeled theater-going crowd, but figured they should also be accessible to the jean-and-sneakers movie-going crowd. Smart move, in my opinion.

Regardless, you don’t need to be going to a show to enjoy a few pints and a decent meal at this place.

Beer

Beer

Their draft beer selection is pretty standard – a couple of offerings each from Sam Adams and Harpoon, along with Guinness, Bass, Blue Moon, Bud, and Stella. But they have an impressive array of martinis, including a revolving specialty martini created by the staff. To me, that sounded like an excellent place to start.

February’s martini specialty was the Boston Harbor, likely named for its wholly unappealing, cloudy green hue. But don’t judge this drink by its color – it’s a rich, whiskey-based cocktail with a smooth, honey finish.

Boston Harbor

Boston Harbor

I also tried the bar’s namesake martini, The Intermission. It’s a concoction of Kahlua, Jameson’s, Crème de Menthe, and whipped cream that strongly tastes like a Peppermint Patty. They also make a respectable, very traditional Manhattan.

Potent concoctions notwithstanding, what truly sets this bar apart from so many others is its menu. First off, it’s big. The menu is divided into sections for deli sandwiches (you can create your own – watch out, Subway), offerings from the grill, and a dinner menu that’s only available after 5 p.m. Secondly, when a bar mentions an executive chef on their website, you know they mean business.

I’ve stuck mostly to the burgers, which, in and of themselves, are generously sized but unremarkable. Yet they soar to impressive comfort-food heights with their rich and varied toppings. The Red, White, and Bleu Burger, my customary selection, comes with roasted red peppers and bleu cheese, and makes me feel mildly patriotic. The Texas Burger, complete with onion rings, bacon, and barbecue sauce, is pure burger decadence (and requires a lot of napkins).

But the real showstopper is the “It’s Always Sunny in Boston” Burger. This bad boy is topped with a sunny-side-up egg, bacon, cheddar cheese, and siracha mayo. I’d contemplated ordering it on past visits, but in honor of my inaugural Boston BarHopper review, I decided the time was finally right.

Burger

Burger

Uhhmm….wow. If you have an appetite, this baby doesn’t disappoint. Crisp bacon, perfectly cooked egg with a runny yolk…it was like dinner and breakfast rolled into one (and probably had as many calories). I can’t say I noticed the siracha mayo, but with that much going on, I suppose it’s easy for a flavor to get a little lost. It was accompanied by sweet potato waffle fries with a vanilla bourbon dipping sauce, as if I needed any more food.

My friend Brian got the meatloaf sandwich, which was one of the weekly specials. He boldly proclaimed it “wicked good.” If you’re interested in lighter fare, I’ve heard high praise for the hummus platter.

Most of the times I’ve been to the Intermission Tavern, I’ve found it fairly quiet. Recently, though, that’s been changing. Last Friday, it was packed by 6; my friend and I snagged the last available table. I went back the following Wednesday around 5:30, and while it was much quieter, I found about half the seats at the bar taken and maybe a third of the tables occupied. A pretty decent midweek crowd!

Considering its distance from downtown and the Financial District, and with so many bars in between, I’m guessing the Intermission Tavern will never be a huge draw for the after-work crowd. But things always seem to pick up when the pre-theater crowd converges (accordingly, the crowd thins when the nearby shows get going). Even during those peak times, the place is spacious enough to assure you a seat at the bar or some standing room that doesn’t require you to keep your elbows pinned to your side.

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bottles

Curtain Call

The Intermission Tavern isn’t the kind of place you’re going to plan your Saturday night around, but there are plenty of reasons to check it out and to keep coming back. Obviously, if you’re seeing a show or a movie, the location can’t be beat. Its menu is big enough to accommodate most tastes, and the prices are reasonable -- $9.95 for sandwiches and burgers. The cocktails are imaginative and well made. And it’s generally quieter than the nearby Tam, so it’s a good spot when you’re craving conversation at a comfortable decibel level.

Even if you don’t have plans in the Theater District, the Intermission Tavern is a viable alternative to the downtown and Financial District bars, and worth an extra few minutes’ walk. Bring a friend, bring your appetite, and enjoy the décor. And try not to stare too much at that picture (you know the one I mean).

Address: 228 Tremont Street, Boston

Website:http://intermissiontavern.com/