If you’re reading this, the Mayans were wrong. As such, it’s almost time to ring in 2013 with a bang. But before you do, let us reflect on what was important in 2012.
For ages, bars opening in Southie followed the same logic: carry beer, serve beer. Then along came Lincoln, bringing with it a classic American tavern vibe, a wine bar, white subway tiles and killer wood-fired pizzas. Smartly, they also made sure to serve beer. Never upset the locals...
Hometown hero Ben Affleck has, over the years, been associated with a supposed Red Sox curse related to the team always losing on his birthday. We spoke with him about it and his Oscar-buzzed Argo, and he offered some sage Sox advice. And took a picture with us. Which was nice of him.
This year, your cries for more nightlife options in the city were heard. Multiple times. By the likes of Brian Poe (Rattlesnake) and Big Night Entertainment Group (Red Lantern), who opened four new spots between the two of them to great acclaim, and great satisfaction to your liver and stomach. Never ignore those two organs.
In 2011, GQ named Boston the worst-dressed city in America. Then came Ministry of Supply and Alton Lane (the latter with a 3D fitting service), as well as a monstrous pop-up of all-American-made goods by the rugged stylish barons of Ball and Buck. Go ahead, GQ. Say something now.
Knowing your love for Breaking Bad... and gin, we simply could not in good conscience not tell you about the day that Southie got its own bona fide spirits distillery, helmed by two cousins, one with a PhD in chemistry and the other with a head for business. Luckily, no gangland violence followed.
In order to bring you the latest and greatest the city has to offer, we sometimes get hurt. Like when we tested out a 1 billion Scoville-unit-strong ghost chili margarita at the Rattlesnake. We made it two sips and 14 minutes before failing. Our tongue still hurts. You’re welcome.
