Pssst, Boston... ready for another gathering?

This American democracy thing doesn't work for me. Let's just decide the matter autocratically: Walter and I will be at Wirth's at 7pm. Everybody else, be there or be square! (Stern look.)

Logistics question: On my trip downtown tomorrow, I'd like to Park & Ride with the Blue Line, whose final stop is Wonderland Station in Revere, MA. The only thing that would change my mind would be if Revere was an unusually unsafe neighborhood around the station. Is it?

Jacob Wirth came from a family of wine growers in Kreuznach, Prussia. He came to America and shortly thereafter, in 1868,
he opened his restaurant. In 1878, he moved across the street, to where the restaurant still stands.

The dining room was made up of simple mahogany tables with a few large steins and bottles for decoration. The floor was
covered with sawdust; the tables were bare.

The establishment’s most notable feature was its bar, a long mahogany structure well equipped to dispense draught beers.
Above the bar, a Latin motto proclaimed SUUM CUIQUE, generally translated to mean “Each his own.” A clock and a portrait
of the founder – in a circular medallion – added the finishing touches.

Along with several special dishes each day, the menu featured staples that included sausages, pig’s knuckles, boiled bacon,
hams, cheeses and herrings. The customers included the rich and famous of the day. Boxing champion John L. Sullivan
was among them. (Legend is that he suffered a rare knockdown when he was hit by a beer barrel rolling off a brewer’s
wagon into the restaurant.)