Norm Peterson.
Patron saint of the neighborhood haunt.
Especially the kind of joint with dark mahogany and exposed bricks. The kind with deep leather booths. The kind where people share dark secrets over cold beer and hot pork chops.
Yeah. He’d totally go here if he were in the South End.
Mount up for Five Horses Tavern, the South End outpost of the beloved Davis Square beer tavern, hoping to open in the next week on Columbus Ave.
Close your eyes. Picture walking down an old patch of the South End illuminated by gas lamps. There’s a dark room with antique mirrors and an oak-and-copper bar calling you from a distance. Go to her. Because that’s this place. And this place is wondrous.
Ideally, you’ll be there with a few friends. Ideally, you’ll lock up the secluded booth just around the corner. Sink. Talk. Order rounds of pork belly mac and cheese and a few thin-crust pizzas. Like the Foghorn Leghorn with fried chicken, chili peppers and manchego cheese.
It’s fun to say. As are the names of any of the 90-ish beers, including 40 drafts from the likes of Green Flash, Wormtown and Jack’s Abby, which are for drinking purposes.
Or just-because purposes. Or no purpose.
Beer.
Patron saint of the neighborhood haunt.
Especially the kind of joint with dark mahogany and exposed bricks. The kind with deep leather booths. The kind where people share dark secrets over cold beer and hot pork chops.
Yeah. He’d totally go here if he were in the South End.
Mount up for Five Horses Tavern, the South End outpost of the beloved Davis Square beer tavern, hoping to open in the next week on Columbus Ave.
Close your eyes. Picture walking down an old patch of the South End illuminated by gas lamps. There’s a dark room with antique mirrors and an oak-and-copper bar calling you from a distance. Go to her. Because that’s this place. And this place is wondrous.
Ideally, you’ll be there with a few friends. Ideally, you’ll lock up the secluded booth just around the corner. Sink. Talk. Order rounds of pork belly mac and cheese and a few thin-crust pizzas. Like the Foghorn Leghorn with fried chicken, chili peppers and manchego cheese.
It’s fun to say. As are the names of any of the 90-ish beers, including 40 drafts from the likes of Green Flash, Wormtown and Jack’s Abby, which are for drinking purposes.
Or just-because purposes. Or no purpose.
Beer.
