Every line I enter into my computer about the Hub is also part of a love story, because like a parent in the 1950s (or today, I guess) attempting to rationalize smacking their kids, I truly love the objects of my animosity. Oftentimes, it hurts me more than it hurts Boston to level such relentless criticism.
VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL: ‘TIL DEATH DO US PART
It goes without saying that this a seriously subjective roundup, compiled by our brain trust and the interjectors who barged into our discussions at the coffee shops and bars where our list blossomed.
TAPPED OUT: A QUICK GUIDE TO THE PAY-TO-PLAY CRAFT BEER BROUHAHA
Here's the word on the street as it exists presently, and we'll be updating and expanding upon this story as it continues to unfold.