It wasn't so long ago that finding a dive bar in greater Boston was as simple as walking down the street. For decades, dive bars provided the backbone of the city's drinking culture, and served as an easy shorthand for Boston's image in the country at large (for better or worse). However, things have changed over the past decade. For example, Charlestown, at one point home to dozens of blue collar watering holes, now boasts a grand total of two. And good luck trying to find more than a handful of dives in Boston proper, as it's just too expensive to operate a no frills joint with real estate prices being what they are now. Still, while the dive bar may be an endangered species, all hope isn't lost yet.
Boston's Best Dive Bars: Drinking and Diving in Beantown, uncovers ninety of the best dive temples in the city, with opinionated reviews that verge between the hilarious and the downright heartbreaking. From Ace's High in South Boston, to Whitney's Cafe in Harvard Square, with stops in Somerville, Roslindale, Eastie and everything in between, this is the Boston drinker's guide to the worst bar in your neighborhood, which also happens to be the best bar in your neighborhood. For anyone who's ever sipped cheap whiskey out of a plastic cup under a mounted elk head while scratching lottery tickets, or tossed darts and snacked on stale popcorn with a pack of slumming hipsters, this is the book for you.
Boston's Best Dive Bars: Drinking and Diving in Beantown, uncovers ninety of the best dive temples in the city, with opinionated reviews that verge between the hilarious and the downright heartbreaking. From Ace's High in South Boston, to Whitney's Cafe in Harvard Square, with stops in Somerville, Roslindale, Eastie and everything in between, this is the Boston drinker's guide to the worst bar in your neighborhood, which also happens to be the best bar in your neighborhood. For anyone who's ever sipped cheap whiskey out of a plastic cup under a mounted elk head while scratching lottery tickets, or tossed darts and snacked on stale popcorn with a pack of slumming hipsters, this is the book for you.
