Southie Park: Hey, At least we’re really from Southie

Fuck you, Real Housewives of South Boston!  This project was born down on A Street and raised up on B street.

Failway Bark

Yesterday, Fenway Bark founder Jane Fulton announced, amid several paragraphs of mean-spirited sarcasm and bullshittery, that the fancy kennel she is trying to open in Southie is changing prospective locations.

In case you’ve missed our commentary on Fenway Bark thus far, it’s first here and then here, and kind of here.  Unfortunately, our disagreements with Ms Fulton et al, which recently resulted in Fenway Bark’s permanent Shit List-ification, have descended in tone to the level of ad hominem verbal aggression.  So, with that in mind, I’d like to say that Fenway Bark is gay.  Gay, gay, gay. Continue reading

The Sunday Paper – Special Labor Day Edition

You’re fired!

Happy Labor Day. It’s the Sunday Paper! Continue reading

Watch Out For the Brown Acid

Our good buddy Scott Brown resurfaced in the news today. Like one of those underground desert tarantulas, he emerged from the dirt and braved the scorching heat of Tea Party chagrin in order to chomp on the tasty winged insect of opportunistic political maverickdom. 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

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

Southie Votes: 4th Suffolk Up for Grabs

While by night I am an uncouth, often disgruntled Sugar Shack blogger, by day I’m a public policy grad student. Since I spend most of my time thinking about politicking and the policies that result from it, it can be tough for me to not bring up political issues at every available opportunity. Nevertheless, I recently made the decision to stay away from discussing politics on the ol’ triple-S, outside of the occasional outing of certain conspiracy theories involving nationwide inter-party guerilla warfare. This really isn’t the place for it.

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Bar Review: The Farragut House

Making your way through the world today, sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name.

The Happiest Place on The Point

Home of The Classic Cheers Paradigm

By now, I’m sure you are aware of a small neighborhood on the edge of the North American continent called Southie.  In this land, there are many establishments that provide nourishment of the mind, body, and soul.  By far, one of the most charming and sit-comesque is The Farragut House in The Point.

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