Address: 262 Friend St.

Because of its proximity to the Garden, this incorrectly named big top of sadness attracts drunken sports fans before and after the game. The $10 cover grants access to four floors of sloppiness: bros falling to the ground sideways dressed in the jersey of their favorite player, while girls writhe atop the bar under the cold rinse of the wet T-shirt contest. No one will mistake the bartenders for mixologists, but believe your eyes when it comes to behind-the-bar guests: They are, in fact, washed-up Real World alums. If you think the free frozen pizza that comes with the bucket of Rolling Rock is a good deal, then you’re home. All others should order in.