As much as we enjoy terrible puns, we won’t wax retarded about the “buzz” surrounding THE BEEHIVE. Oops. We just did. Anyway, how could you not love a place that serves Guinness-battered fried oysters, handmade pasta, and grilled-cheese sandwiches that incorporate short ribs? The Beehive also offers an all-star cocktail list (try the Beehive Julep or the Blonde Sidecar). And all while maintaining the ambiance of a Bohemian basement. Remember that English Lit professor with the unkempt hair and the dreamy eyes that would mist over every time he mentioned Sylvia Plath? He eats here. And fucking loves it.
THE BEEHIVE | 541 Tremont Street, Boston | 617.423.0069 | beehiveboston.com
