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A Note On Drinking, Patio-Style, Near Fenway

Baseball Tavern vs. Eastern Standard

Before any of you Sox diehards torch a Phoenix street box for mentioning Eastern Standard and the Baseball Tavern in the same breath, consider how annoying it would be to pre-game alongside peeps who sip pricey egg-infused cocktails. You probably also wouldn’t want friends who are walking through Kenmore to see you elbowed up to baseball fans who wear just one article of Sox gear at a time. As for fancy pants sports nuts; slumming it on Lansdowne can be a blast, but so can kicking back in Eastern Standard’s luxurious outdoor oasis.

Besides caste differences that mirror those between the sweet and cheap seats at Fenway, this is really just a classic rooftop versus street patio showdown. Three stories above the parking lot that becomes Boylston Street before games, the Baseball Tavern is the choicest place on earth to suck back cold bottles and laugh at fools who are dumb enough to drive downtown. While you’re joking off, chances are you’ll be joined by at least one dude with cutoff sleeves, a hottie with inflatable cannons, and the drunkest, funniest crew of hooligans from Southie, Hyde Park, and Roslindale you’ve ever met. Just remember: Yankees Suck! No matter who the fuck the Sox are playing.

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