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They pour to a different drum up here in Boston, and rightly so. (Yuengling on tap really wouldn't hurt our cause, but then, it might not be such a special treat to drink it down South!) Anyways, I met up with pals Rachel and Christine at a crowded Marliave on Wednesday evening.
We caught up over the latest "Smashes, Slings, Mules, Dasies, and Royales."
I'm not sure which is what, but here is what I do know: their cocktails are enough to make you forgoe the pain and agony of returning to harsh winter temperatures from a land of summer sun. They remind me why I love this city and the bardenders who pour here. Why I live in a place where I get to experience the seasons, and the brilliance of fall and winter cocktail menus. Where the bars are of simple black and white elegance, with marble countertops and white globe lighting.
I'll soon get used to the cold and I'll get through yet another winter, as long as I have libations like the ones served here to impress me. The drinks (and their fantastic garnish counterparts) at Marliave are as fantastic as they are photogenic. 
W.C. Fields ($10) Pimm's No. 1, Absolut Vodka, Cucumber, Lemon
The Professor ($10) Makers Mark, Cote de Rhone, Lemon, Maraschino
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