Copperfields - where the beer gives you gas, and the beer gives you gas. A Fenway tradition for some, and a place that smells like a piss-infested torture chamber to others.
I work almost directly next to this place, and for the life of me can’t pinpoint the type of Red Sox fan that frequents tis place. There are the commuters, who pick it (I think) because it’s the closest beer to the Fenway T stop. Then there are the regulars (just kidding).
Not sure why I rolled through before tonight’s Sox on Sox showdown, but I will say it’s a tad cleaner than last time I stopped by. Gotta give credit where it’s due, and in the case of this place, at least there’s room to relax before piling into Fenway with 30,000 animals. Bottoms up.
Several healthcare professionals have warned that I'll have a heart-attack unless I seek help for my psychotic hatred of pro sports.
