Ah yes, the Boston Brahmins.
I remember I was going to the Upstairs once and this trickster from Southie was standing in the middle of the facking street with a busted leg (cast and all), waving his crutch at cabs as for a ride to "Southie, yi fukin bahhstids." Dude, this guy used every racial epithet on everyone, regardless of race. For some reason, I was the man from India that rode a camel that evening according to this enlightened individual.
By no means is this a solid characteristic inherent in all Bostonians - I was just sharing.
Pho Republique had wicked cheap soup. Winters suck.