A blustery afternoon led me to this downstairs tavern named after Gatsby's great love, offering authentic Boston feel from the heavily accented, female barkeep to the Patriots' fans cheering their team to victory.
I was worried that the holiday spirit had gotten the best of me when I ordered the candy cane martini, nervous I would end up with a glass of peppermint Schnapps, but was pleased to find fresh espresso from Ciao Bella (the bay-windowed Italian eatery upstairs) and vodka as the base of the drink, the candy cane making its only appearance in the crystallized red and white rim and mini stirrer.
Bar food is an art form and Daisy's canvas was the deep fryer. Some of the best wings reside here with crispy skin and tender meat, along with mozzarella sticks and cheese fries that are greasily gourmet.
Though I've never been at night (which seems lucky since hearing it turns into a crowded, underage hangout), the service and finger-licking libations warmed me from the inside out.
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