Indulge in some kicking tunes and your daily allotment of beefy goodness with today's deal: $10 gets you $20 worth of burgers and deep-fried treats at Caprice International Burger Bar. Located in the heart of the theater district, Caprice specializes in whipping up fast, hearty burgers heaped with toppings and global flair.
Try the Jamaican jerk burger with pickles and bacon for $9, the German burger with kraut and cheddar for $8.50, or the Tex Mex Blue with buffalo sauce and bleu cheese for $8.50. There are a handful of chicken sandwiches (also called henburgers), pizzas (to be renamed open-faced Italian disc-burgers), and salads (tossed greenburgers) for those who don't dig on steer. Take a look at the satisfying selection of American appetizers, such as chicken fingers for $8.75, mozzarella sticks for $6.25, and hand-cut onion rings for $4.50. Check out Caprice's Facebook page for its menu.
Caprice is open for dinner Tuesday through Saturday, or, as they'll henceforth be known, Burgerday through Bunday. Relax in the classy stainless-steel and hardwood bar after your meal, or succumb to the hot beats dropped by the DJ late night on Wednesday through Saturday. Caprice has a lively club atmosphere, minus the cover, plus 10-ounce burgers. Get your carnivorous comrades and burger-loving buddies in on this deal, and get your Groupon.
Thrillist is thrilled to burger bits over Caprice's meaty offerings:
- IBB also broils up Euro-inspired meat like the feta cheese crumbled Greek w/ lettuce, tomato, and cucumber doused in Greek dressing; the classically simple Irish piled w/ sliced deep fried potato wedges, and the Italian, a marinara-soaked pizza burger covered w/ provolone and stewed tomato that gestures feverishly when telling stories, and loves living in Revere! – Thrillist
- Dancing in the corridors and between tables has never been more fun. The drinks are affordable and there's room to chill or play pool if you don't want to shake your booty. – ivahhc, Citysearch
- Overall, I would say a good place to have a fun night out without hitting the big club scene. – lilwhitg, Citysearch
- Bartenders served my Makers and water w/ excess Makers just like I like it. – commanderdan, Citysearch
The Roguish Rapier, Chapter 3: “The Burgher’s Caprice”
The postprandial crowd spilled through the castle gate, full-bellied rats deserting a pumpkin gnawed hollow. The Baron himself led the charge, dragging the upstart serfling by his tattered collar. Alexander squinted painfully in the midday sun, his servitude as the castle’s garbage boy leaving him ill-acquainted with daylight. Leslie lagged a few paces behind, clutching her skirt in impotent panic.
“My lord, please, let him go,” she said, with a formality betraying no hint of tenderness toward her betrothed.
“Nonsense, my dear!” he replied, enamored with the notion of bloodshed on a fine spring morning. “We promised these people a duel, did we not?”
They reached a dusty clearing on the castle’s otherwise emerald grounds, a spot of blight befitting an event of such callousness. The onlookers quickly encircled, hungry for violence. A fleet-footed blade squire, gaunt and stoatish, trotted up to the Baron with a crooked smile, appearing as if from shadows, although there were none. He kneeled affectedly and presented the Baron with a second sword. He peeked up to flash Alexander a sly, bilious grin.
“Ah, my trusted ward, Barthélemy. This will do nicely. Now, have we a good burgher,” he bellowed theatrically, “to officiate this duel?” Feudal custom demanded a citizen of mercantile class or greater supervise the duel, and the Baron valued a lip service to legality. A mustachioed walrus of a man raised a sausage finger and wriggled to the front of the crowd, basted in self-importance.
“I am Burgher Mestchestley of the Hamlet Perkinbrough, and I hereby authenticate the forthcoming exchange of slaughter.”
“Please,” Leslie implored, but the Baron was too deeply in the sporting mood. He tossed the blade at Alexander’s feet.
“Pick it up,” chewed the Baron, but the boy was statue-still. The Baron fumed, and, as the burgher nodded officiously at the crowd, raised his own sword above his head as if it were a javelin.
“I said, Pick it up!” and with this savage declaration, he hurled his blade at Alexander’s chest, its point snapping through the air like a steel thunderbolt. Leslie buried her face in her forearms with a choking gasp, unnoticed in the glee of the pressing crowd. But it was silence, not cheering, that followed, for in an imperceptibly narrow moment, Alexander spun and caught the blade’s hilt, plucking it effortlessly from the air like a willow seed aloft on a breeze. The crowd swayed back, all but the self-consciously poised Baron, who did not stir, but now unarmed, swallowed audibly.
Read more chapters in Groupon’s serialized novel, The Roguish Rapier, here.
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