Ironically named for the notorious Kentucky-born teetotaler and temperance activist known for taking a hatchet to bars in the days before Prohibition, Carrie Nation Cocktail Club's a breakfast-through-late-night-drinks throwback (from the dudes behind Scholars and across-the-street 6B) with a back-room speakeasy and waitresses dressed from the '20s serving "turn-of-the-century cocktails and European-inspired cuisine"
After playfully commenting on the hostess's flapper outfit and then creepily winking, put your name in for a table and nod approvingly at what they've done with the space
Then settle in at the bar, where they're pouring over 35 brews, including Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale, Full Sail IPA, and 961 Pale Ale
Perhaps you'd prefer something from the cocktail menu, which is divided into categories like "Writers & Fighters", "Politicians & Power", and "Cops & Robbers"
Try the Archers Evening Law, a vodka, basil & house lemon cordial-mixed number named after the founder of Suffolk University.
Assuming you're feeling a bit peckish, kick things off with some charcuterie, monkfish & bacon skewers, or a little something from the raw bar
Excuse me, sir, your elegant leather booth is ready
Burlier entrees and sandwiches run the gamut from a cheeseburger croissant, to pulled pork belly with balsamic onion jam, to a series of flaky pies filled with smoked seafood, wild mushrooms, or rabbit with pancetta/rosemary
Take things up a notch with a Glenfiddich, Punt e Mes, and maraschino-mixed Boston Mahatma, or something from the "Enforcers & Instigators" section, like this King Solomon, which pays homage to the famous Hub racketeer with Don Julio reposado tequila, Averna, and port wine
Like carrot cake but are allergic to carrots? Well, then how do you know that you like carrot cake? ANSWER US! Or just opt for their spiced Tomato Soup Cake covered in a cream cheese frosting and topped with candied bacon & fried basil
Did you know that Carrie A. Nation, standing at an imposing 6ft tall, was arrested over 30 times for vandalizing taverns in attacks dubbed "hatchetations"? No? Well, now you do. And as such, these historical pictures en route to the speakeasy should make a lot more sense
The password is... "basketball". Just kidding. There's no password, so just settle in at the bar, order yourself an after-dinner Scotch..
... and aggressively slam your quarters down on the table to call next. Then apologize, because it's not a coin-operated table.