We went into Joe’s since Shino had a wait, and I was flatlining from starvation. The Sox/Yanks game was on, so it seemed like a good idea.

We were greeted by a “spirited” host, who nearly caught a beatdown for not turning soccer on for some gents who called ahead. After cruising to our table, we got a hipster waiter who was relatively cool and joked with us for a bit.

I decided to rock the meatloaf, which turned out to be pretty good, enough so that I cleaned my plate, mashed taters & gravy and all. Oh wait, nevermind, I didn’t eat all of my soggy veggies, but who cares. It was tasty.

The decor is semi-swank bar & grill; to quickly sum up, it’s the type of place that puts its all-American logo on its wine glasses (see pic). It’s a nice space to avoid the regular mook sportswad fare. I may be wrong, but I don’t think too many meathead Sox fans wander in there and cause havoc. All in all, a slightly bland but pleasant experience.

By the way, is it just me or are mooky jackwad Sox fans in crazy abundance this season? Please, all of you go back to Lynn or wherever, lube your plow, and leave the city to us.