I haven’t lived in Boston for that long.  Nearly three years.  That’s a lot of time if you are a dog or a newborn, but in terms of my life, it really isn’t that much time.  I have on many occasions written of my love for the city and what it’s motto should be “Boston — If You Don’t Like Us, We Don’t Care.”

But they do care and they have a lot of pride in their monuments, landmarks and quirky corners.  They want you to know about them.  They just aren’t going to spend a lot of time making them super beautiful as all.

Yesterday I almost literally stumbled upon such a place.  A work duty took me to the Sam Adam’s brewery, with its kegs and its large metal containers that look like aliens.  And the free beer drinking hour, all observed enthusiastically.  Then, suddenly a suggestion comes.  Let’s visit Doyle’s Cafe or just Doyle’s Bar (or Baaaah as the locals would say).  This place had been featured in movies like Mystic River, so it had to be worth a visit.  At least to soak up some local color.

The staff was crusty.  I didn’t want to sit next to a portrait of Mitt Romney, but I had to anyway.  They didn’t really enjoy a large group of people ordering nothing but beer.  I’m not sure what they thought about the crazy person with the camera.  Oh well.  This blog has readership in some interesting corners of the world, so to those people and to the locals, I present to you Doyle’s in all of its vintage glory: