The hotels complimentary coat check was offered as we arrived, which we happily took advantage of before climbing a small staircase into a room on grand display. The former Boston branch of the Federal Reserve Bank, Bond, not James Bond; but Bond, savings Bond relinquishes any movie themed notions in favor of historical finance figures and denominations complete with blow up wall hangings of presidents and a distinctive cocktail list named in the wealthys honor. 
The bar was approachable even though it was super crowded and the bartender took notice of new patrons right away. I sampled The Vanderbilt ($14) Makers Mark, Peychaud Bitters, Cinnamon Reduction, Lucid Absinthe, Lemon Twist. 
The bartender omitted the lemon twist, but this was a well crafted drink, a play on the traditional Sazerac. The aromatics of the anise flavored absinthe are delightfully potent. The cinnamon reduction blends a familiar spice in a new form that cuts the whiskey and absinthe without masking them. The cinnamon also serves to mingle well with the Peychaud bitters with its subtle hints of clove. I could have sipped Vanderbilts all night long, but after a round or two each and no cocktail tables or seats at the bar in sight, we decided to move on. 
I was definitely captivated by the grand interior, the ceiling lined with twinkling crystal chandeliers and granite balconies flanking both sides of the semi circular bar. The recessed walls framing the vertical savings bonds also stand to impress. 
It would be wise to arrive earlier (we arrived at around 9pm) or return on a calmer evening instead of peak party time in order to grab a seat, sample the menu and enjoy Bond to the fullest. What I experienced so far, I enjoyed.
The exterior is charming. (Especially in daylight, when I took these pictures.)
This casual no frills pub wasn't overly crowded, so we were able to grab a table and hang out. Before tonight, I didn't even know this place existed. 
I drank a dirty martini first, the craving struck and I figured it was worth a shot. I followedthe mediocre martini up with Miller Lites, always a safe bet. 
You know you've had a good night when it ends like this:
The South Street Diner caters to the late night and early morning crowd, serving grub at 178 Kneeland Street all night long. 
Always a fan of Boston's greasiest spoon, you can read my full review here.
Two scrambled eggs, homefries, toast, sausage links ($7). 
How did you spend last Saturday night?
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