We’ve all been enjoying a string of nice weather, and are eagerly anticipating fall–you know, for those two weeks in October when it is somewhere in between 105 and snowing. But looming in the distance, just after you’ve pulled on your Fryes and consumed your weight’s worth of pumpkin-flavored awesome, is WINTER, and the months of darkness that have you begging for the sweet release of death. Yes, it is this, the most evil of seasons, which you can experience early (or prepare for hardily?) for an $18 cover charge at Boston’s newest themed bar. So, this weekend, after you finish moving all your stuff, or your friend’s stuff, or that guy from Craiglist’s stuff who promised he’d pay you in real money but instead just gave you six-pack of Trader Jose’s that he took one beer from, cool down–literally–at Frost Ice Bar.
If you haven’t caught on yet, Frost, which opened this past week in Fanueil Hall, is a bar made entirely of ice. It’s not the first, but it’s the first of its kind in Boston. Kept all times at a chilly 21 degrees, Frost Ice Bar allows its patrons a 45-minute stay, during which they can sample from a rotating list of cocktails. With the price of admission, you receive an insulated cape and gloves, presumably to ensure you don’t die of exposure. Mid-August, when you think the mix of sweat and humidity actually fused your shirt permanently to your back, Frost Ice Bar might come as a welcome relief. But in February, when you’re unabashedly crying big icy tears in front of a group of severely underdressed BU co-eds because the Green Line has abandoned you once again and it is just so fucking cold that even the two pairs of tights under your pants can’t save you, the last thing you’ll want is more ice. But maybe that’s just me.
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