Day 9: Paul's Pub

I'm Adam Sell and I have two months left before I leave Boston. My challenge? Do something in the city every day. Have ideas for my adventure? Send me an email.

I'm an old-school drinker. I like my bourbon on the rocks, my beer dark, and my martinis with gin, not vodka.

I'm also a little bit of a nerd when it comes to old-timey charm. So I reasoned that the Warren Tavern in Charlestown would be a great place to grab a beer and daydream about the famous Bostonians who sat in the seat I occupied. Paul Revere allegedly loved the place.

To my disappointment, though, the bar's charm stopped at the door.

It's possible that this is the original wall painting, but I doubt it. My friends and I didn't stay long — the cover band was mediocre, the place was crowded and claustrophobic for no apparent reason (it was a Wednesday night!), and the crowds inside weren't mixing well. Softball players and young urbanites.

Maybe I just caught the place on a bad night. Maybe I psyched myself up for it too much and set the bar too high.

Alas, I can't walk away thrilled about everything I experience on this project. Back on the horse.