If you're ever in the neighborhood, I'll take you over on the Red Line and you can get a belly full of liberal Yankee dogma, with a side order of affectation. Then we can come back to the Back Bay where civilized people live, and I'll show you my favorite bar with comfortable chairs where people actually have different opinions and a glass of wine (without the whine), and some post-prandial hypocricy. If you time it right, you can blow the kiddies away with conservative opinions and finish the evening by frosting the grownups with liberal ones.