Kim P.
Yelp
I actually am afraid of Yelping this place because, while I appreciate the fact that Yelp sends people out into areas they might not otherwise consider, this little gem of a place is SO fun that...well, I still want to be able to get in there without too much of a mob scene. And contrary to what Andrew said in his review, the clientele is largely Puerto Rican, but the experience is much more complex and worthy than just some passing person who lumps all things "ethnic" in Boston into the cool or "sketchy underbelly" that keeps people from really getting to know this city and the people who live here.
WOW--digression! Time for me to let YOU know why this place is great.
I went there with my two wingpeople: a sassy old roomie (White girl) and our gay friend. And me. As you may have imagined, we exemplify change, in one of those Barack Obama ways. We were in the area to attend a function at Hibernian Hall and wanted a drink, so we heard some lively music playing down the street. And the music was loud enough to make out melodies from outside the door. When we walked down the steps into the bar, though...CRICKETS. People stopped and stared at us. Now we're used to making entrances, but this one was for the ages! Luckily, my old roomie speaks fluent Spanish, so we walked into the back of the bar (and it's truly not very large, but cozy is probably a better way to describe it) and quickly ordered drinks. I think a round of beers cost us about $8. I think it's cash only.
After I think everyone's initial shock: of the regulars and us (actually, we're used to the rainbow coalition we're pretty adaptable, so we figured that eventually things would be cool), and several more hastily-downed rounds of Coronas, we struck up some conversation with a few people. Turns out this bar has been in the neighborhood for years; the people who came and went all knew each other, and the mix of young and old (there were families there--a woman was trying to fix up her son with the guy in our party--cute), and, they were nice. I mean, genuinely nice.
My only regret is that I don't live closer, because this bar (which means "little tripe" in English, in case you were wondering) is one I would frequent daily. We ended up coming back later that night, having some chicerones (with lots of lime), and the roomie bomba'd the night away with one of the nice guys at the bar. Don't worry--they're nice enough there that if you really wanted to learn how to dance, they'd teach you.
It's worth a trip to Dudley, as long as you plan on doing more than engaging in a little cultural tourism. I'm trying to figure out a way to get back there. I genuinely enjoyed myself and rank that night as one of the best this year for being out in Boston: it was a perfect combination of a new place, with folks who were real, cheap drinks, and lots of fun.
Now YOU go!