Decisions, decisions: The Black Angus or the men's bar?

Old Black Angus on Boston street

The Chevy billboard gives away the rough date of this photo, but the folks at the Boston City Archives wonder if you can figure out the street where this photo was taken. See it larger.





Chapel Street ?

In Liverpool. That's where I had my first Black Angus. Don't tell Daddy.


P.S. I've done some things there on Washington Street Chinatown after hours with some cold tea I don't talk about in public.


Hey, Adam: maybe you should weigh in on this...

If she's talking about what it appears she's talking about, isn't that pretty disgustingly racist? A Black Angus is a steer--livestock--after all. Either she's got a curious interest in "animal husbandry" or some seriously problematic ideas about people of color. You be the judge.

As far as I can tell ...

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It's a pretty stupid reference, but has nothing to do with race but everything from the poster's juvenile thoughts on where a man could put his genitals, at least as far as I can tell. But let me know if I'm wrong.

Well, here's what looks

Well, here's what looks problematic on my end:

  • "Black" Angus. Could theoretically be innocent by itself, but...
  • "Don't tell Daddy." Would her father have a problem with her steak preference? Does he prefer that she stick with Belted Galloways or Texas Shorthorns? Or, perchance, might this be a reference to the well-worn trope of biggoted parents being down on interracial relationships?
  • "#sizematters." Pretty well-worn stereotype at this point, no?
  • "#soulcycle." Cycles are something that one rides. Soul? I'll let that speak for itself in this context.
  • The postscript makes it pretty clear that the post itself is about forbidden sexual escapades. Taken in context with the rest of it, YIKES.

Looks like this was supposed to be a naughty little post that, on top of being poorly executed, dredged up some nasty shit. I'll throw this out there to the rest of the commentariat--guys? Thoughts?

Well ...

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I don't feel like getting specific here right now, but go Google

"black angus" slang

Go to the Urban Dictionary link that should be the first or second entry, then scroll down to the third possible definition (unless it pops right up for you when you do the search). Suddenly, size might matter in a context having nothing to do with race, at least, if you stop to think about it for a moment and/or it's an activity you don't have much experience with.

Soul Cycle? That's just some stupid New York rich white-person thing. The person who pretends to be John Henry's wife here is very much into stupid rich white-people stuff, at least as far as his/her persona goes.

But I'll shut up now: Let the commentariat sing!

Oh, I know about the cult of

Oh, I know about the cult of soul cycle, believe me. But what on earth would whacked-out spinning classes have to do with this, unless the phrase was being re-purposed by somebody trying to be "clever?"

Also, while I see what you're saying about Urban Dictionary, would that particular poster really be so plugged-in, slang-wise? I feel like the meaning of any individual part of the comment, taken singly, is debatable, but in the context of the whole thing?

I guess it's a case of "unfunny word salad" vs. "unfunny word salad regurgitating ugly racial and sexual stereotypes." May the correct negative appraisal of her post win!

First off, I see what you're

First off, I see what you're saying about the pub, but that makes no sense in the context of the rest of her post. Plus it's in a totally different neighborhood from Liverpool's Chapel Street.

Rest assured, I'm not attempting satire. The way I read her post, and the way a still do, is that it's somebody assuming the character of a goofy middle-aged woman who's had a bit too much chardonnay crudely bragging something to the effect of: "I had an interracial dalliance once--aren't I so naughty?" That's a racially and historically loaded thing to say on a number of levels, at least in my opinion. This being a private website where the admin can control the content, I was hoping to get that goofball bounced. And let me head off any BS First Amendment arguments right here--the First Amendment prohibits government restrictions on speech. Adam, on the other hand, can do as he pleases.

The joke's on me, though. By responding to her post in the first place, I "fed the troll."

From a third person's perspective

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It really does seem like you are trying to troll the troll, and doing a decent job at that. I mean, looking for deeper meaning in "soulcycle?" I get and tolerate the Trophy Wife's shtick, but you brought it do another level. Probably not your point, but bravo.


I looked upon this as a

I looked upon this as a sincere counter-trolling operation--a "police action," if you will. Seems like I've fallen into my own comment section Vietnam: trying to win hearts and minds, thinking a bit more force or a better strategy will extricate me, constantly getting deeper and deeper into an unwinnable situation with no end in site, etc.

Being stuck in such a quagmire, I can only say that I shall not seek--and I will not accept--the approval of the readership for another go-round of my comments.


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Is Milwaukee Mike actually Mike Felger? Let's see...he's a Mike from Milwaukee, is a contrarian who makes very big deals out of very little substance, is overly wordy, often says stupid things and is a generally all-around a-hole. Hmmmm, I think it just may be.

Psychological projection is a

Psychological projection is a defense mechanism people subconsciously employ in order to cope with difficult feelings or emotions. Psychological projection involves projecting undesirable feelings or emotions onto someone else, rather than admitting to or dealing with the unwanted feelings.

Lighten up Francis

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Dude, you have a serious problem. Get help now. Mazz has a great psychologist he can refer you to.

For what it's worth, I'd

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For what it's worth, I'd normally be on your side, I just don't see enough there there. That said, I don't know the rest of the poster's work and I'd yield to you if it fits a trend.

The hashtags seem non-sequitur but I suppose could kind of hint at there being something else to it, I'll give you that, but I just chalked it up to an attempt at humor fitting whatever character it was.

edit - and I re-read it, I get what you're talking about now. I legit had the proper name Black Angus in my head and didn't even read it as in a black guy named Angus.

My guess

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Stuart Street Between Tremont and Washington Sts. That looks like the backside of the Wang or Wilbur theaters behind the buildings, and the presence of a theatrical agent makes it likely in the Theater District. The low number (40 on one building) eliminates Tremont and Washington streets, and it approximately matches the numbering on that block of Stuart St. (Jacob Wirth is at 31-37 Stuart)


Good eye

Given almost nothing looks the same there today.

Wolff-Fording was a theatrical costuming store located at 46 Stuart Street. It moved to Virginia in 1979.

This is right across the street from Genki Ya.


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My first thought was the OTHERside of Stuart (the Jacob Wirth side). But now you say the otherside.. makes total sense.

Also wasn't the Jean Mayer Building built in the early 1970s (internets say Dr Mayer was president of Tufts in 1976)

Men's Bar?

In 2018?

The Eire Pub sign still claims it is a men's bar, though not only do they allow women but it recently made the news that they have brought on their first female bartender.

So-called "men's bars"

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A lot of places in those days retained the antiquated name "men's bar" even though they were nothing of the sort. One of the best known in this area went by the name "Inn Square Men's Bar (Ladies Invited)" in Inman Square, Cambridge which was a very popular place to see local bands in the 70s and 80s. The full name was a mouthful to say and everybody just called it the "Inn Square Bar" or "Inman Square Bar".

I'm going with Cambridge Street

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Roughly across from MGH - maybe a bit toward government center - I think I've taken a photo of that tall building.

Maybe 1966 with those cars and that billboard?

I loved when the city looked like this

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Such character. And there was such a variety of stores, eating and drinking establishments, etc the likes of which we do not see now. Today everything is so generic sand "upscale" (i.e. boring).

And if this is where I think it is on Stuart, the Gary Cinema was across the street. And the Aegean Fare restaurant was nearby. (There was also one in Kenmore Square).


A little bit of it left

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On Bromfield Street, but, of course, that's going to go away as well, if that New York developer ever gets approval for his plans for the corner of Bromfield and Washington.


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There used to be even more of it on Bromfield Street before a big chunk of it became the blank wall of that Suffolk building.


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It was actually pretty yucky. People threw trash everywhere and grime and pollution caked everything.



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Jacob Wirths on Stuart Street

The Answer

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Thanks for playing, folks! Those of you who guessed Stuart Street are correct. The photo as taken on December 11, 1966


No Deposit No Return

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"No deposit, no return cans". What a flashback! We need that back now. In this day of easy curbside recycling the bottle bill, as it was called, has long outlived it's usefulness.


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A high percentage (90%) of the energy involved in creating an aluminum can is in extracting the metal from the earth. So recycling aluminum is a lot more efficient than starting from scratch.

I believe that the bottle deposit helps encourage aluminum can recycling. I suspect a lot more people would fail to sort them if they weren’t worth cash.

Before the bottle bill all

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Before the bottle bill all the parks and highways were filled with broken beer bottles and were the beaches. Lots of seaglass to collect.
Now not so much glass and no sea glass except at places lime peddocks or or spectacle