A scandalously pink libation that whispers "I have assets" while obnoxiously proclaiming to be from Haverhill. Classy enough for The Roma; scandalous enough for The Candlelite.
One sip and you’ll be bouncing off the walls like you just stumbled accross someone's stash. Equal parts baking soda and “no, you cant find this in the liquor store,” this Negroni here will have you questioning your life choices... while constantly peeking out the window.
For those who think lemoncello tastes like Pine-Sol with a passport blessed by someone’s abuela who used to throw olives at bad suitors. You tried lemoncello once... That was enough character development for one lifetime. Please cease and dezest.
Missed the packy in Mass?? Head up Route 125 for this border-town favorite. You wont be taxed but bring plenty of bail money.
Perfect for newlyweds on their honeymoon under tiki-torch lights. A bitter-sweet vow with a low-budget aftertaste that says, "We're not getting any younger."
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This cold coastal cocktail concoction will have you trying to climb the lighthouse. Stinky breeze, purple sands, with no possibility of a tan.
This message in a bottle will knock your Red Sox off. Three of these and youll be hung-over the hull of your ship.
A mysterious cocktail that somehow vanishes before it's even poured. Nothing says,"No more for you" like this thirst trap. Served in an empty glass to symbolize your bartender's tip.