Chill out in an ice bar in Boston?  I can do that.

I’ve got fur.  And a toque.  Plus a tunic.  So I’m cool.  And my bud can borrow a big coat to stay warm.  Or try to, at least.

So we got in, and all was well until I sauntered up to the counter and tried to order the obvious – hot cocoa.

Turns out that’s not on the menu.  They only serve cold drinks.   How on earth is there an ice bar with no hot cocoa?  Blasphemy.  At least the girl at the counter was nice enough.

And at least I can say I’ve been to an ice bar in Boston.