The lastest days of the Littlest Bar

Four hundred square feet of history, camaraderie, and booze marches to its end
By MIKE MILIARD  |  January 29, 2006

BOSTON'S LITTLEST BAR, closing to make room for high-rise condominiums; when it does, Boston will lose a little bit of its history.The Littlest Bar sits slightly below ground at 47 Province Street, near the Granary Burying Ground and Old City Hall. Its name is no lie: it’s just 400 square feet, with a maximum legal occupancy of 38 warm bodies (barkeep included). Squeeze yourself into the sweaty scrum there on a Thursday night, and you wonder how it could fit even that few. But while it holds barely three-dozen people, this tiny, musty burrow has seen thousands upon thousands of drinkers sidle up to its worn wooden bar since it opened at the end of World War II. A bar is only as good as its clientele, and this one’s had some corkers.

There was the ruddy Southie hardhat who buttonholed me and my date for hours one night, putting back beer after beer as he marveled about the Indian construction workers (feather, not dot) he used to watch strolling atop the high-flying steel beams with speedy, surefooted ease. Later, when talk turned to the assassination of John F. Kennedy, his piercing blue eyes welled with tears.

There was the impish guy from Louth or Meath or Westmeath, who hit on my sister with gusto one afternoon as his wife and my parents laughed. When he learned she was fluent in French, he scribbled his number on a napkin and pressed it into her palm. Call me when I get back to Ireland, he told her, and murmur sweet nothings in the language of love. “If a French woman calls for me in the middle of the night, don’t you hang up ,” he told his old lady.

There’s all sorts of people: an endless stream of lawyers and laborers and students and pols and immigrants and tourists and thinkers and drunks who’ve tromped down those five concrete steps into this dimly lit den over the past 60 years. They lay down cash for a pint of Guinness or shot and a beer. They have a chat and a laugh. Another drink or two. And they leave. Then, a day or a week or a month later, they usually come back.

But when the Littlest Bar pulls that sliding steel curtain over its street-level bay window in a few weeks, it’ll be for the last time. By Saint Patrick’s Day, the parking garage next door on Province Street will have collapsed into rubble, and the Littlest space will thence be integrated into the tower of pricey condominiums put up in its stead. The yuppie cash will flow in torrents. But Boston will be poorer for it, because it will have lost another piece, albeit a small one, of what defines this city.

Beer and history
Tuesday morning, 9 am. The Littlest opened half an hour ago, and already there are four men sitting around the worn, heavily varnished bar, partaking of their daily eye-openers. One guy nurses a Budweiser. Another clinks the ice in his Cape Codder. At the end of the bar, another tilts back the third in a long succession of blackberry brandies.

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