What Happens at Rainbow Dragon Stays at Rainbow Dragon

We here at the Shack, like many people, are big fans of Chinese food. Drunk or sober, it’s a pretty good bang for your buck. And as with a lot of the things we buy, there’s a fair amount of brand loyalty involved; for example, Drizzle has been known to enjoy a Diet Coke in between PBRs and the Old Man tends to prefer the Glass Slipper to the Foxy Lady. A Chinese food joint that we dig is the Rainbow Dragon on F Street here in Southie, which, among other things, is home to the famous “French Fry Fravy” ($3.95 for the french fries, 50 cents for the fravy). Continue reading

Blogging from a Jet Ski

It’s not very often that a whole week passes without so much as an inappropriate Chatroulette screenshot or Shit List addition, but it has been about a week since the last Shack post. By now some of you may be wondering where we have been this whole time. To that question, there is an easy answer. Continue reading

Random Thoughts from Old No. 22

Contemplations over a PBR:

  • Personal note to Staker: WTF? Do you really believe the shit you’re writing? Wow.
  • Theo Epstein: I watch a lot of baseball.  I am not an idiot.  RBI’S COUNT.

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Listen Up, Fatties

This week, the news broke that our representative in Congress, Stephen Lynch, is a “no” vote on health care reform. He figures the bill doesn’t go far enough.

Now, I’m aware that the Southie precincts all went for Scott Brown, who ran on a promise to vote against the bill, just two months ago. It’s also true that we already have close-to-universal health care in Massachusetts, so at the end of the day, what do we care? Free vicodin and stomach pumps! It’s gonna be a fun weekend. Continue reading

Passing Judgment on “Fenway Bark”

I’ve learned to accept the high cost of living. I’ve learned to live with the condo-ization, and with it the fact that I’ll probably never be able to afford to buy a house in Southie, at least not anytime soon. I can handle the Blackberrying yuppies, even when they walk in acting like they own the place, and I’m close to being able to contain my anger when someone asks me to say “park the car in Harvard Yard” in my own neighborhood and then laughs in my face. I don’t even mind that the parking situation seems to get more horrible every year, because Southie is still Southie, and God help us, so it will always be. But if Southie is really going to hang onto its culture, we have to draw the line somewhere. I’m drawing it here: Fenway Bark. Continue reading