Almost a hundred years ago, there was a woman who heard the voice of God.
She took up stones and destroyed a nearby tavern, announcing, "Men, I have come to save you from a drunkard's fate."
Armed with hatchets, Carrie Nation was a pro-prohibition wrecking ball. Though she lost the war on booze, she earned herself a 1920s-style cocktail club in Beacon Hill that reverses the drunkard's fate into a hotbed of dapper gentlemen, flapper girls, and playful nighttime vice.
We're not sure if she'd appreciate the nod, but Carrie is hosting your overindulgent ways seven days a week for breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and anytime boozing. Cocktails like the Million Dollar Cop (Hendrick's, lemon, Chambord, egg, raspberry, and bubbles) and the IPA-meets-mezcal Spigot Bigot are so good they'd send Carrie into a hatchet-wielding rage.
But there's nothing illicit about a dinner of rabbit pie, grilled Moroccan lamb, or the as-good-as-it-sounds cheeseburger croissant.
For the perfect mix of Gatsby glitz and Boardwalk Empire gangster, reserve some time at the plush and private speakeasy room, where you can strike your own backroom deal with a date over (and not on top, please) the billiards table.
We give this place four hatchets up.