HARRY'S: Straddling the Allston-Brighton line at the Warren St. stop on the B branch of the Green Line
It wasn’t until recently — two years after I graduated from BU, in 2004 — that I realized how much drunk-time my friends and I squandered while we were in school. Sure, like all good 21st-century undergrads we drank a lot, but rarely did we take full advantage of Boston, college town extraordinaire. Even after we turned 21, the vast majority of our alcohol consumption took place in friends’ living rooms, at lame Allston parties, and at the same handful of bars within a quarter-mile radius of our apartments. I wish someone had grabbed us and shaken our lazy asses awake: “There’s an entire city out there, and it’s teeming with other students. Sauced students. And bars. All sorts of bars. It’s a veritable amusement park of drunken debauchery, and you’re not taking advantage of it!”
To illustrate this important point, two friends and I went on a pub crawl on a recent Friday. Our mission: get off work, hop on the T and ride from BC to Harvard, stopping along the way to enjoy as many local drinking holes as possible before the dreaded 2 am shutdown. What follows is a detailed account of our odyssey. Maybe it’ll motivate you to get out and have a night to remember (or possibly not).
5:59 pm — B train, Green Line BC
After a quick look around to confirm that there are no bars around the BC campus (What’s up with that?), Ted, Andrew, and I hop on the T — amply air conditioned and almost completely empty — and take it two stops inbound to Chestnut Hill Avenue, where we meet up with our buddy Gallagher, the first of many friends to join the crawl throughout the night.
6:08 pm — Chestnut Hill Avenue — Roggie’s
The bar is packed with preppy-looking twentysomethings hoping to get a jump on Friday-night revelry. They’ve come to the right place: Bud Light drafts are a dollar, you can get a Roggie Bowl (“64 oz of your favorite mixed drink”) for $15.75, the pizza’s cheap and tasty, there’s loud music and flat-screen TVs, and the wait staff are as young and attractive as the patrons. Since we’re in a rush, hoping to catch the two-for-one burgers and appetizers deal at Our House, which runs from 4 until 7 pm, we down our Bud Lights and get back on the T.
6:29 pm — Warren Street — Harry’s Bar and Grill
Harry’s is emptier than Roggie’s, which is fine by us. Like its sister bar, the White Horse Tavern, Harry’s has a wide-open front, and there’s a nice breeze blowing through the room. In lieu of $2 Busch bottles (there aren’t any cold ones at the moment), we grab a pitcher of Bud Light, which yields four pints — a decent deal for $10.50. We down it quick.