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There’s something to consume/laugh at/cheer about/regurgitate for everyone at the wonderfully alliterative Coolidge Corner Clubhouse in Brookline. Though touted as a sports bar (there are approximately 64,000 plasma tvs adorning the walls, and the menu boasts sandwiches named after sports heroes and notorious traitors), even non-fanatics can’t resist the Clubhouse. There are menus the size of small children, portions not much smaller, free crunchy breadsticks on every table, food served until 1 am, monstrous cocktails of all colors, textures, and levels of creativity (a Pina Colada martini? What’s that? Oho, just you wait), and vast beer selection. It’s a great girlfriend-placating venue for a dude on a date still hoping to catch the game. And really, the CCC will make a fan out of anyone—especially if you enjoy watching Papi round the bases in the 11th inning while pumping a fistful of cheeseburger named after him.
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