The 86

What a wild and crazy night I had here. I was looking for a place to eat with my parents. They had never been to Boston before and I was thinking, «What better place to eat than in the Fenway/​Back Bay area?» I wound up finding this place on my Open Table app, since The 86 qualifies as a local eatery (who knew mayonaise, ham and cheese sandwiches, soujouk, and deviled eggs qualify as a full menu). We stopped in and the atmosphere was cool. There was chalk all over the walls and a mish-​mash of furniture, leading to a cool ambiance AND décor. The waiter was a man small in stature, but compensated with sarcastic remarks and being generally ornery. The chefs cooking up the food were strange as well. One of them was blasting 90’s tunes and thought it was more important to strum a guitar than to devil my dad’s eggs. The other one alternated between giggling like he saw kittens and some weird Sean Connery impression. Despite this, they made mean devil eggs!
After dinner, I inquired about where to stay overnight in the area. That’s when a tall man with a halfway-​decent beard and a striped shirt told me I could stay there! He went on to explain that they have an extra bed because one of the «assholes» that used to work here couldn’t stand living with them and had to move back in with his parents. At that point, my parents and I decided it would be best to stay there.
This is where things got weird. I am in the bottom floor of the establishment, with my parents on the other side of the room in their bed. I hear the door jiggling, which I thought was strange because I knew I locked it. That’s when I saw the silhouette of a man with an odd haircut standing in the doorway. He said, «I have the same key, duuhh.» Then he exclaimed «RTFM» and «Let me sleep in bed with you!» and «I promise I won’t do anything weird.» There, with the man in the doorway, I stood silent. I didn’t know how to react. Suspense kept building as he was waiting for my reply. I could hear him huffing and puffing, and as I was beginning to speak, that was when my mom got scared and say «You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-​Air!» I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, «Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-​Air!» I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabby, «yo holmes smell ya later!» Looked at my kingdom I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-​Air.