For the uninitiated, walking into a tiny sandwich shop and yanking open their refrigerator door seems rude, but that’s how you get to the rum cocktail bar out the back. Popping into Jungle Boy (out back of Boston Sub) for a drink is not unlike stepping through a portal that takes you from bustling Windsor to a little pocket of the tropics.
Here you can perch up at the bar with a Hemingway Spritz, the long, cool, love child of a grapefruit and maraschino Daiquiri and Italy’s beloved afternoon refresher. Or go for something brighter and punchier, like the B Bizzle Swizzle that packs rum, lime, falernum and nutmeg in with a whole lot of ice to prop you up and cool you out.
The snack menu of sandwiches or poutine doesn’t exactly “go” with the theme, but there’s never a bad time or place for chips, gravy and cheese, so have at them. They do it all in the name of a good time here.