Harvard Avenue In Allston

Once you hit Harvard Street in Brookline, you're golden, but HARVARDAVENUE IN ALLSTON must be a graveyard of missed appointments and bad first impressions. First, the stoplights are far too short. If you've got traffic backed up for blocks, how long would you give for a green light? Probably not about five seconds: add to that the millisecond-long left-hand turn signals, a barrage of honking, and frequent double-parking. What really propels the street to the next level, though, is weekend nights: it's a trashy hot-spot nexus with the Kells, the Wonder Bar, and Rednecks within stumbling distance of each other. Don't be surprised when six dudes almost kill themselves crossing against a green light for pizza, roar-mumbling at you and flipping the bird, while a cab sideswipes you to get to a fare and a girl urinates into a storm drain while strangers take pictures (true story). You stay classy, Allston!