We walked into Doyle's Bar and it's obvious it's a blue collar bar. The waitress is old enough to be the owner (she probably was). She forgets the drink I ordered and I get my "chowdah" served with a bunch of it dripping down the side. It's delicious though; the beer still refreshing.
The place is old. Hanging on the walls are black and whites of Bostonians. Three smiling guys in suits hold umbrellas, like carefree gangsters. The painted tiles on the floor have been worn away, showing the bare tread and hardwood beneath it. At the bar are more tourists from the Sam Adams tour we went on, regulars line the bar as well. There's still election posters for Kennedy ’60 on the wall, right next to WWII propaganda posters. It was a phenomenal mom and pop shop and it gave a good feel for the South City.
Besides all that, Alan, the bearded tour guide at Sam Adams, was hilarious. By far the best tour I've ever been on. Plus, you can't argue with free beer. And if you did, you should probably stop drinking and ask yourself why you're arguing with a liquid.
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