My esteemed colleagues at Esquire have released the most recent edition of the Best Bars in America. It’s a typically solid collection, filled with the type of hand-cracked-ice joints that have come to proliferate in cities great and small around the country. But there’s one that stands out in the form of Croke Park, the venerable South Boston dive bar. It’s a curious inclusion, but not one without merit; it’s one of the last of a dying breed.
As Dave Wondrich writes: “In New York and San Francisco and other places where real estate is expensive, the venerable, homey, and very human old dives are closing.”