Breakfast With The MBTA – Volume I
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The yearly clusterfuck that is move-in day brought the city to its knees again this week, and like thousands of other Bostonians, we spent the afternoon cramming a U-Haul truck down one-way streets with the ease of childbirth.
We've been stretching out in the new TH headquarters deep in the heart of Allston Rock City, and after catching dinner at Zocalo, brazilian music at Café Belô, and Does It Offend You, Yeah? at the Great Scott, we're pretty psyched about the new digs.
But it's been tough to fall asleep at night without the rusty groan of the MBTA to lull us ...