it’s called happy hour, but all we do is complain
the place: sunset cantina, 916 comm ave, boston
the date: friday, 03.13.09
the plan: post-work drinks with the co-workers
I’m documenting it all, so I’m writing about it, but it feels sort of unnecessary. the cantina is like the mcdonalds of my life. I don’t really like it, but it’s really convenient. I work on that block, all our post-work happy hours are there, including this goodbye party for a good friend. so, I go, I eat, I endure the intolerably slow service and the always weird crowd and then I try to forget about the place until the next happy hour or lunch meeting.
drinks, of course: three magic hat #9s, three sam white ale. I do love the sam white and it’s not around that long, so I’ve been enjoying it fully since it appeared in taps across the city a few weeks ago.
to start: I don’t usually eat there, but I knew I had a long night of drinking ahead, so I got the fiesta nachos with the chicken chili. they were okay, but not too hot and started to congeal quickly. the usual.
I like a few of the bartenders there— they know us and they treat us well— but overall the service is terrible and this night was no exception, especially with the large pre- and post-bu hockey game crowds. usually there are a lot of college groups, but this time it was all unpleasant smelling pasty middle-aged white men surrounding us. I think that’s actually worse, which is saying something. and still, all that and at the end of the evening, I’d say I had a pretty good time.
