Nestled comfortably between a dry cleaners and a pretty good pizza place, Hurley's is staffed by a motley assortment of crusty old boneheads. Each of these guys has probably fixed up a 'Vette or been involved some sort of non-violent criminal racket at some point in their lives. The store stocks many out-of-season 12-packs (like Bah Humbug Xmas Ale) that were passed over for a reason, and sells them at ridiculous discounted prices. How can you say no to a seven-dollar suitcase of Point Amber Red Lager? Watch as the clever boys at Hurley's calculate the sales tax of your purchase right in front of you IN THEIR HEADS. Great place to get carded and/or say "shit" out loud and not feel bad about it. Popular spot for ethnic teenagers to loiter, trying to swindle a 40 off naive college kids. Price tags written in Sharpie on bright-colored construction paper add a lot to the atmosphere.
BLANCHARD'S (Harvard Ave. and Brighton Ave.)
Would-be "liquor superstore" on arguably the shittiest corner of arguably the shittiest neighborhood I am lucky enough to call home. Place has fluorescent lights and an announcer and feels more like a Wal-Mart with each passing forgettable weekend. The only thing missing are the grotesque elderly greeters and a complete disregard for corporate ethics. You're stuck with average-priced boozed sold by a typical staff of keg-carting zombies. There's your basic wood-floored wine area that just feels sad and out-of-place. Throw in the endless throng of bros, crusties, micks, Franks and Kimmies, and this place could drive a man to drink. Plus, I hear the owner beats dogs. No joke!
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