This Red Line neighborhood could reign supreme simply because it’s within spitting distance of Johnny D’s, home of the most cutthroat trivia-night in the city. (Sample team name: “Avogadro, Please Give Me Your Number.”) Oh, but there’s so much more to
DAVIS SQUARE. Somehow, the place manages to hide its screamingly imminent upward mobility by maintaining a welcoming element of poverty chic. Residents enjoy proximity to down-n-dirty culinary delights such as Redbones BBQ and Spike’s Junkyard Dogs and an epic Goodwill, but there’s also tasty boutiques like Cibeline and Chinook and prole-proof hideaways like Gargoyle’s, so Madison and Henry won’t be tempted to call 911.
The sole drawback to life in Davis: denizens who used to enjoy slumming at soon-to-be-defunct Sacco’s Bowl Haven will have to unleash their prowess elsewhere — perhaps by bowling for Tufts students, who teeter down the middle of the road every Thursday through Saturday night, cars be damned.