Globe TV critic Matthew Gilbert has a fun column in Sunday’s paper about a Seinfeld-like moment that took place in a Newton bar.
Once every two weeks, my friend and I meet at a bar in Newton to hang out and have precisely two beers each, and food. We talk, and then head home for a nice early night. And so we enter our regular place happy to hang but aware that finding two adjacent seats at the bar will be complicated, a bit of a silent poker game. We could always sit at a table; but for us, sitting at the bar, a big square wooden thing with eight or so people on each of three sides, is the preferred route. It feels more festive.
Anyone want to guess which bar he was at?
My guess: Dunn Gaherins. My significant other: O’Haras.
Echo Bridge? The Biltmore?
O’HARA’S.
About eight to a side.
Echo Bridge could also work.
O’haras.
So we tweeted Gilbert to find out and he responded…
It sounds like my house.
@Gail: What’s the publication date for “Legendary Local Bars”?