The Black Rose bar on State Street today sued a Westborough bakery - which now has an outlet on Newbury Street - for also calling itself Black Rose. Read more.
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The Globe reports on an investigation launched after Pretty Things Beer alleged it was being kept out of at least one bar for refusing to pay for the privilege.
State law prohibits beer-tap bribery.
A list of the 25 douchiest bars in Boston has sparked an effort to find Boston's least douchiest bars.
DrinkBoston.com reports on efforts to develop a Boston bartenders guild:
Most meetings take place in one of the members' bars during a weekday. The next one, at Craigie on Main January 10, will feature John Mayer of Craigie and Tyler Wang of Drink talking about ice and dilution in cocktails. Other topics in the works include an interactive roundtable about cocktail formulas and discussions on speed and volume, guest relations and managing inventory.
Richard Auffrey is upset at the prevalence of sweet cocktails these days.
But instead of booze in those new hours, only let them serve food - and work with private bus companies to provide transportation to local colleges and key locations, Lawrence Harmon argues.
MC Slim JB provides the proof that Boston bartenders are no longer stuck in the 1950s - well, a bunch of them, at any rate.
Drink Boston tallies up all the weird drink things going on these days, from egg-based drinks to whiskey brands hiring women to hand out shoe polish, to the fact that bars seem to be doing booming business these days and wonders what's going on in this crazy mixed-up economy of ours:
... It warms my heart (and my liver) that good bars are doing good business. But I can't help but wonder sometimes: Is this the Manic Party Hour before last call?
Ah, never mind. Have a whiskey-and-egg drink.
On Thursday, the Boston Public Health Commission will vote on whether to kill off the few remaining cigar bars and sheesha cafes.
How can unelected bureaucrats legislate with such power over the rest of us? I blame the heavy hand of Menino, whose attempts to stifle any fun or mild mischief is making Boston a dead place. Maybe it's time to start an initiative petition to elect the Public Health Commission.
These bars already have stringent ventilation rules, so the impact on workers approaches nil. Anyways, as with a lot of jobs, individuals can assess the risks and benefits.
The other at America's oldest Tavern, the Bell in Hand I noticed signs all around the bar notifying patrons of a $25 minimum for credit card purchases. After ordering two beers ($10) I realized I was short on cash and handed my plastic over to the bartender. She shook her head and pointed to the sign. Explaining I didn't have any cash to pay I again offered her the card and said I'd talk to the manager if she was really going to enforce this ridiculous policy.
Everybody else, however, might want to avoid TC's Lounge on Haviland Street, Jason Feifer reports.
The now closed Dot. Ave bar, that is:
... The drinks were stiff and cheap, and served up in clear plastic cups. The bartenders had Irish brogues. The DJs played standard Top 40 hits, and the dancefloor would get packed by a pretty diverse crowd of Irish folks, Dot natives, and black kids. ...
Mike Ball puts his liver on the line, so you don't have to, as he and a friend sample some of Jamaica Plain's bars that aren't named Doyle's. They started with the Drinking Fountain and continued on through Griffin's and J.J. Foley's Fireside, all within an easy stagger of the Forest Hills T stop.
None calls out or even whispers, "Enter, yuppies!" Of course, that's a major point, eh? From external, and as we found, internal, appearance, this are purposeful potable places. Drinkers welcome.
DrinkBoston hoists a brew in honor of the Independent:
... The Independent in Somerville's Union Square is kind of like that middle sister who, after an awkward adolescence in which she was often overshadowed by her older and younger siblings, grew up to be the attractive, smart girl who's really easy to hang out with. ...
Susie reports that if you've been out of college for more than a couple years, Joshua Tree on Comm. Ave. is a great place to go to feel really old: