Your feet immediately get stuck to the floor upon entering. You have to go to the bathroom in twos -- one to hold the door closed for the other. People you don't know talk to you about what they've seen other people do for a beer, and about pawning jewelery. A good time is had by all. -- Anonymous:
This was my first time going to the Model Cafe, and I can't imagine what it must have been like before Boston's smoking ban. The place was relatively empty for a Thursday night. Older locals tended to congregate on the bar side, but I and my friends settled into a booth on the cafe side, where there were some younger locals hanging out. The waitress is an extremely sweet older woman -- a grand dame of waitresses that reminded me of Helen at Charlie's Kitchen. Cheap beer, cozy seating. I'd go back. It looks like they have the space to hold shows there. Have bands ever played at the Model? Oh! Be sure to look for the wonderful Twin Donuts sign and storefront across the street -- it's like something from the panels of Bill Griffith's Zippy!
Enter the vortex of the Model, and you'll never leave -- you may even wind up working the door or the bar. If Effie doesn't call you honey, you should get into therapy, 'cuz you're a helluva jerk.