Re the planned closure of the 50-year-old Clarke’s at Faneuil Hall, I got a kick out of this comment at Universal Hub:
You are not a true Bostonian if you do not have at least one or even a dozen stories of debauchery that started or ended at Clarke’s in the 80’s or 90’s. I wish I could recall them all.
I wouldn’t call them stories of debauchery, but I do recall often meeting friends for after-work drinks at Clarke’s. … I see the Salty Dog is still around at Faneuil Hall. I used to briefly wash dishes there.
Fyi: Before the Clarke’s announcement, the Globe’s Jon Chesto and Shirley Leung, in their excellent debut Power Play newsletter, reported why reviving Faneuil Hall Marketplace isn’t going to be easy.
Update — 4.21.26 — From an old friend and HB reader: “Thanks for memories on Clarke’s. I do remember a couple of 1980s debauchery-free hangouts with you and company. Those were the days.” … Re the above Globe piece on Faneuil Hall, he writes:
I think Faneuil Hall presents challenge around identity. It has a dated tourist appeal associated with how the rest of the country sees us (chowdah, lobstah, Harvard/MIT sweatshirts, all set to the tune of the Dropkick Murphys). Do we lean into that image and sharpen it up, as seems to work for cafes/pubs/shops in many parts of old Europe even if you don’t see people strolling about in robes and lederhosen? Or do we ‘reimagine and re-envision’ what Boston means, which Mayor Wu deftly does on her Logan Airport welcome-to-Boston (greetings) – and if you do that, is it truly inclusive and celebratory and not scoldy and woke?