These are Boston's Bad Decision Bars

The Bad Decision Bar: where what starts as a nice little evening diversion ends when you awake spooning a half-eaten slice of pizza and wondering where your pants are, whose apartment you're in, and if the owner of said apartment has your pants. Boston has more than its share of spots that spawn questionable choices -- but these are the best (or worst) of them:

The Hong Kong Bad Decision Bars BOS
Hong Kong

Hong Kong
Faneuil Hall and Harvard Square
You definitely didn’t start here, but you certainly ended here. Whether you’re prowling Downtown or Cambridge, the Hong Kong (aka the "Wrong Kong”) is never far away. Follow up that Scorpion Bowl with some ill-advised texts to your ex and an order of crab rangoon, then face the consequences of both the next day.

Sissy K’s
Faneuil Hall
It'll be hard to know whether you should attribute the morning-after headache to the $1.50 drafts and $4 margs, the repeated karaoke attempts to capture Steve Perry's vocal magic, or the girl whose leg you were humping on the dance floor (who declined to tell you that her boyfriend would be meeting her there in about 90 seconds). All of the above is a solid bet.

The Harp Bad Decision Bars BOS
The Harp

The Harp
TDGarden/North Station
The Garden-convenient drinkery decidedly NOT known for its soothing live harp performers instead plays host to plenty of victory shots, condolence shots, and "there isn't a game tonight but we have to drink somewhere" shots. Hopefully the mustard stain from that inevitable post-last call dirty water dog lands on the yellow portion of your B's jersey.

Kitty O’Shea’s
Faneuil Hall
A better name might be "Sh*tty O’Kay’s". You’re here because the lines were too long at the Wrong Kong and Sissy’s. The $5 cover crystallizes what a small price you place on your own dignity. Try not to slip on the treacherous staircase down to the sketchy bathrooms, because there's no cell service down there and you don't want to be stuck, Life Alert commercial-style.

Bad Decision Bars BOS
Ned Devine's

Ned Devine’s Pub
Faneuil Hall
Faneuil Hall... AGAIN! It's Boston's Epicenter of Shame. They should add a plaque to the Freedom Trail. If you have at least two stains on your clothing that you can't identify and three texts from a "Jill Tramp Stamp" you don't recall meeting, you were likely at Ned's.

Beacon Hill Pub
Beacon Hill
Just one more drink on the way to the T, right? Wrong. Cheap beers and stiff whiskey drinks lead to a misplaced faith in your Buck Hunter/ Golden Tee/ Pop-A-Shot/ darts prowess which leads to a surprise gambling debt, an unceremonious and abrupt exit, and your new identity: Chet Finklestein.

Daisy Buchanan's Bad Decision Bars BOS
Daisy Buchanan's

Daisy Buchanan’s
Back Bay
As you'd expect from any bar drawing its name from one of the great works of 20th century American literature, DB is a regular stomping ground for frat guys, guidos, the elusive hybrid frat-guido, and the kind of ladies who are drawn to the mixed scent of stale urine and Drakkar and find it impressive when someone hooks them up with a $4 serving of house punch.

Tequila Rain
When you leave Tequila Rain, you'll feel like there isn't enough Purell on the planet to sterilize what just happened. Basically it's Señor Frog’s with crappier weather. It's a sweaty cauldron of popped collars and sparkly tops set to a soundtrack that mostly consists of Rihanna and squealing. It smells like regret.

In Memoriam
And now a moment of silence for these gone, but not forgotten, mind erasers. Cue the sappy music: An Tua Nua, Cambridgeport Saloon, The Purple Shamrock, and Jose McIntyre’s. You are gone, but only partially forgotten.