Salem was expected to have 100,000 people milling around this year, and my friend Meg and I wanted to make sure we procured some bar seats in town. We settled into our watering hole and downed pumpkin ales and shots of Fireball.
Goody Glover's, tragically, is closing up for the last time at the end of the month. And in a neighborhood marred by gentrification and rising rents, the loss will be felt by all who have lingered for hours there over a beer.
Unless you’ve been living under a pumpkin, you’ve probably heard about the Pumpkin Festival riot near Keene State College the other week.
Along with his years of experience presiding over ever-changing, handpicked drafts, dispensing domestic all-stars and local standouts, Lanigan’s enthusiasm for sharing high-quality liquid is exactly what's needed to enact change in the local beer scene.
Be it Davis Square in Somerville, the wild shoddy badlands of Allston, and even the nooks found around Fenway Park, what you're about to read is a story involving intoxicated buffoonery all conducted at your favorite (or not-so-favorite) local haunts, be it drinking in public outdoors (but just for a photo), allusions to shooting pornography, and even men in ruffled shirts becoming threatened by small children drinking out of coconut shells in close proximity to them.
There reaches a point when you should just stop, and go home while you’re ahead. Newsflash: That girl is not going to call you. She wants pizza.
Toste will focus on bringing elements of the old to embolden the new, but ultimately the food will dictate the palate.
You now have 20-30 years of pouring flowers into boiling sugar water to look forward to. Cheers!