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...jumbo TV screen showing middle-aged men in boxer shorts dancing the parapara, a kind of disco line dance. After work, he steps around homeless men at the train station who once had stable jobs like his. If he seeks solace at his favorite izakaya, or pub, he may find ridicule in the form of oyaji gals, young women who get their kicks by dressing in wrinkled men's suits and doing salaryman impressions: swilling beer, belching, picking their teeth. At home, when he kicks back in front of the TV, he's confronted with a Sapporo beer commercial featuring...
...While the façade and quiet front room resemble those of a traditional Irish pub, the back bar and its dance floor are quite another scene. Tufts students and a few locals relax at some of the readily available tables in the front room; those who wish to see and be seen make their way through the line to the back room, where backwards white baseball caps abound. The young clientele and pushy mob around the bar may remind some upperclassmen of nights at the late Crimson Sports Grille, particularly as Tufts girls dressed to the nines sashay around...
Here’s the final kicker: Most of the greatest places to party are right here in Cambridge. Phoenix Landing, the Cellar and the Hideaway Pub all offer more electronica delicacies than this page can list. Still, don’t be afraid to let a weekly rave—drum ’n’ bass or something else altogether—inspire a trek into Boston proper...
...music and an ice blue ambiance. While a band led by Martin, perhaps the greatest Swiss reggae musician of all time, jams some funkadelic Marley, I drink vodka-and-Red Bull with some newfound Cantonese friends. Afterward, we shamble to Windflower, tel: (86-20) 8358-2446, a relaxed music pub with a botanical theme. Vodka is replaced by Jack Daniels, and my sobriety is misplaced somewhere on the floor. Bourbon, vodka and unstoppable Cantonese drinkers do not a healthy combination make...
...feet before I could even realize I had fallen. The sense of camaraderie peaked near the end of the set when Casey announced it was time for a Murphys tradition—when the audience joins arm-in-arm with their neighbors, like a set of drunken pub-goers. Sweaty, beer drenched and smiling, the crowd swayed and jumped in unison...