Boston Beer Garden

Has and always will smell like cat piss. Great place to black out and make terrible decisions. Waiting in line is stupid here and you can grease the doormen with a twenty if you really want to get sweaty in a room full of degenerate boozebags. ¹⁰⁄₁₀ will bang something, ¹⁰⁄₁₀ will catch something. Basically a dueshbag mating ground.

Got lunch here and everything was cooked pretty good. The fried pickles were delicious, and the sauce was amazing. they just kept falling out of the breading, cutting them in half made them easier to eat. Waitress was really sweet, it seemed like English wasn’t her first language but she was always smiling and made sure to get us anything we needed. Hope she’s there when we come back!

Not a bad pub, lines out the door on the weekend (with twentysomethings) but during the week it can be pretty quiet. Food unmemorable but not terrible. Nice open air windows that are fun to sit at and people-​watch out Broadway.

On the outside and from the name «BBG» looks like the kind of place you could go with your buddy to enjoy a few drinks, a couple pub-​style sandwiches or burgers and shoot the breeze.
Do not be fooled.
1. It smells like burnt plastic. This should have been a signal to turn around from the start but it is what it is.
2. Be careful where you sit. There’s a raised area at the front of the bar with tables for eating. We sat near the railing. The doorstaff seemed friendly enough at the start, but then some dude in a celtics jacket comes over and is standing less than a foot away from me yammering away in my ear (from across the railing to his buddies) for the entirety of the meal. This guy is literally bumping my elbow as I’m seated behind him. That is when he wasn’t splashing our table with water from his Poland spring bottle. From the way this guy was flopping around maybe he owned the place so he felt he could do whatever. If not… door guys what’s your job again? People are paying… to eat there…
3. The food was bad and the service? You order a pastrami sandwich and ask for mustard. You get yellow french’s mustard. You ask for deli mustard. The waitress says back to you and this is a quote, «There’s mustard upstairs with brown stuff in it???» You say yes, the mustard with the brown stuff in it. It takes another 10 – 15 to get it because according to the waitress the food runner speaks zero English… guess it was too difficult for the waitress to walk the 30 steps and snag it herself.
4. You order a vodka soda. You’re told the regular sized drinks are REALLY small do you want a tall? Sure you say… A 16 oz pint glass of vodka comes back. Great.
5. You ask to pay your bill. Do you want to move to the bar? No we just want our bill. But are you gonna keep drinking? No we just want our bill. But are you gonna stay? No just give us the bill for what we ate so we can leave. Thanks
If I could give this place a –5 ranking I would.
You have been warned.

This place is terrible. I went there for a couple beers to start out my night and got charged out the ass for it. I had to leave in a bit of hurry and unfortunately left my tab open assuming i would be charged the 10 dollars that I had spent. Yet, when I returned the following day, my card had been closed out by another patron, and they had given them about 50 dollars of drinks on my card. So what i got for two beers and a 10 dollar charge… a 73 dollar bill, no card, a receipt signed by a random person which clearly does not match the signature on my card. THEY GAVE MY CARD TO A COMPLETELY RANDOM PERSON after that individual closed my tab. Real comforting!
The moral of the story is don’t open a tab here. They don’t give a shit as long as they get their money. What a joke! Beer was cold though…

The waitress with redish brown hair was probably the rudest waitress I have ever encountered. We went for a birthday party sat at a table and never once did she ask us if we needed anything. She did however yell at us for standing in her way… walking on eggshells not to offend a waitress who wouldn’t even wait on you was kind of a buzzkill however the bartender Meghan was a sweetheart and took care of us. I wouldn’t recommend eating here with that kind of hospitality, but drinks… yup.

Plenty of TV’s and unlike the Playwright who played the Bachelor instead of the college football championship they did what any respectable sports bar would do and played the game and also the hockey game!
Good prices on drinks and the sweet potato tater tots are amazing. The steak tips were also delicious and actually came out medium rare like I ordered.
Definitely a solid local bar!

I believe the general consensus of this place is the last resort if Lincoln, Stats or Playwright are full. I find this place to always be under staffed and the food below average. With the neighborhood changing so fast you think this place would revamp and capture some of the business. For a last resort place I would recommended.

Ate here for lunch. The chicken tenders clearly came out of the freezer and maybe microwaved for a couple minutes. They were terrible enough to send back. The loaded waffle fries were bearably tolerable. Once my hunger started to fade I realized how disgusting they truly were. Within 20 minutes of leaving I THREW UP. DO NOT EAT HERE!

Went in to eat left and there was a line and the doorman was rude and wouldn’t let me back in… So mortifying and rude!

great atmosphere, great drinks, great price my bartender was Kiley who was incredibly attentive to my needs and not to mention hilarious cracking a few jokes making me feel comfortable and welcome. bravo!

I really like The Beer Garden. The waitress always acts happy to see us, and it’s nice to be treated well.
The food is always good, and we always have to take home about half of it. It becomes a meal for later.

I’d been wanting to expand my knowledge of Southie fare past the Lincoln, Salsas, and The Junction, which led me down East Broadway to Boston Beer Garden.
I definitely recommend the buffalo chicken pizza. They don’t scrimp on the cheese and add a blue cheese dip for good measure. The crust is light and flaky and it’s a good size for the price.
If you’re a fried pickles fan, though, you will be disappointed. They’re over done and the pickles are really chewy. This doesn’t stop me from going back, but I won’t waste my money on these in the future.
The serving staff is nice and attentive, so it was easy to get in and out of there and I never felt forgotten, although, the dinner crowd was scarce.
Even though the dinner crowd was scarce, the music was very loud and it was hard to hear the person across from you. There were a good number of people at the bar, but the loud music was superfluous and took away from the experience, which is why I give this place a 3.
I might not go back for dinner, but I might try the late night scene.

I was here on a Saturday, around 10, before the whole night time crowd arrived. I was at the bar for just a couple drinks, but the bartender was really nice, and that’s basically it for the review. Good bartender. Also! You can play your own music on a machine that was known in the old times as a juke box, yay!

First time in Boston. Had a blast here late night with my girlfriends!

This is my local go to when I need a reliable no frills meal midday. The menu has a wide range of healthy and comfort foods, and there is a moderate draft beer selection too. Service has always been courteous and prices are reasonable.
Come nightfall or gameday, however, this place is a zoo, and I steer clear completely due to the ridiculous noise and crowds.

Great spot tons of fun… If I was an owner however I would be pissed. 3 bartenders on with a pack house every Sunday, should have 6 bartenders on and ringing in a ton. I have seen 3 maybe 4 on for weeks on Sundays. The staff always appears overwhelmed and people wait for we to be served. If your ok with losing money it’s a great business model…

Ordered from here on a Sunday when we were too lazy to go out for football. Total came to around $ 50 for a pizza, sweet potato tots, fried pickles, asparagus (don’t ask) and 3 sodas. I wouldn’t have cared it was so much if I didn’t feel like the food was a complete waste of money. The tots were like rubber bullets. Some were burnt, some not really cooked. After trying a couple we closed the lid on them real fast and didn’t look back. The fried pickles were gummy. As in, I bit one and I thought I was eating a gummy snack. The pizza was meh, but I’ve had pizza along the same level out of a microwave. I didn’t try the asparagus but it was the only thing really eaten so it must have been ok?
Maybe I’ll go in and try it out in person… but I can certainly say I will NEVER order from them again.

Had the Mac and Cheese with chicken which was pretty good. Chicken was very good, and the Mac and Cheese was about average relative to the gourmet style. Mac and Cheese wasn’t quite as bold and flavorful as I hoped, but still good.
I bumped my rating down a star from 4 years ago, because it doesn’t look like they have kept up with the maintenance (e.g. pretty significant rips in a couple booth seats, and some taps don’t seem very clean).

On a Sunday, the BBG offers a halo of flat screens and requested channel changing to spy your team getting their asses kicked. An identical layout to Davis Square’s Joshua Tree, there’s an unobstructed view from any spot in the house.
On a Sunday, you can order a decent (albeit overpriced) cheese steak to nurse that hangover. Our server was a peach, and überattentive to beverage levels. Never a wait for drinks, plus she promptly replaced a fallen pickle spear after noting the tears of unadulterated sullen loss streaming down my flawless face.
On a Sunday, you’ll probably read the beer list (bottle and tap) over and over, wondering how an otherwise bland selection of American light lagers and regional everybrews gets this place a Beer Garden moniker. Shake away the confusion, and just keep your eyes on the TV. Sweet, sweet TV.
On a Sunday, you’ll probably find the same crowd you would on a Friday, although remarkably tame and otherwise distracted from The Game, by the game. Cue SportsCenter theme.
On a Friday, stay the hell away.