Weekend lovers: have you voted on the final round of our Shite Sixteen, the mad shootout for Boston’s best dive bar? Mary Ann’s versus Punter’s Pub. It’s Northeastern versus BC. The E Line versus the C (and D) Line. Pizza-through-window versus Pino’s.
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I have a confession to make. Despite all of your faults, I love you. No, we love you. Your loyal cliental–past and present–are more than happy to look past your numerous flaws, your general lack of cleanliness/functional restrooms, and your incredibly outdated interior. Why? You represent youth. You epitomize good times. You stand for all that a great dive bar should, and we love and respect you for that.
Some say you aren’t attractive because you don’t have windows. Who cares? I’ve always preferred your mood lighting (is that due to the mold on the ceiling lights?) anyways. Others argue that your bathrooms are insufficient due to their layout (urinal, urinal, rogue toilet in the center of the room). Why listen? I’ve always enjoyed a good walk to the Dunkin’ Donuts next door if nature calls. Countless more warn not to drink anything out of glasses from the bar because of the obvious fact that they aren’t washed between uses (dunk them in the sink!). Let that bother you? Doubtful. Just offer up Brubaker bottles at the absolute cheapest price in town. Don’t let the trash talkers bring you down. You represent everything that the greatest dive bar should. I hope you never, ever change.
I don’t get to see you too frequently these days, but you’ll always own a special place in my heart. No, our hearts. You never let us down with your Hoop Fever, Big Buck Hunter, random lines on Tuesday nights, and lack of electronic payment methods. We–the people of Boston–thank you for all you have been, currently are, and will continue to be; the best dive bar in the city. I know that others passionately agree and will #voteMAs.
You make me cringe to think that I have ever stepped foot into your squishy-toilet-seated women’s room with western-style swinging doors. You made me uncomfortable, nauseous, and worried I would need to go to the Health Center for a tetanus shot in the morning. Continue reading →
Coming from the Cleveland Circle/ACC Division, Mary Ann’s was a favorite to make it here but certainly wasn’t untested along the way. Punter’s Pub, hailing from the Conference of The Fenway had an easier time along the way. That’s all in the past now – whether large margins of victory or just a few votes, the showdown of the century is today.
This is your official voting post, and the vote to crown a champion of the tournament will be held here. Unlike our other votes, the Championship bout will last a little longer, going all the way through Friday afternoon and closing at 5 p.m. (EDT, natch). In the morning, our two author’s who have adopted these bars will be adding some more commentary, so look for that.
So, who will take home the first ever Shite Sixteen crown?