Revere strip club says if beer bottles are banned, people would use purses to smash cops in the head

Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black.

PS - you have to be a real loser to visit the Squire

that exposes your chest. What kind of an establishment do you think this is?!"

I've been in The Squire, and I've read The Inferno. It looks and feels like one of the lower circles, only with 380-pound wiseguys lolling about.

I thought the Squire of my youth would never recover from the loss of their beloved sommelier, "Two Ton" Tony.

This is clearly a step designed to appeal to the millennial who has lost that certain zest for seeing women in various states of undress and imbibing fine beverages surrounded by old paisans.

The nearly forgotten author, Elliot Paul ("Last Time I Saw Paris") who grew up in Malden wrote a book called "Linden on the Saugus Branch," a sort of nostalgic, cheesey recollection of his childhood in Linden Square on the Malden/Revere/Saugus border which would have been the turn of the century - 1890's to 1910ish.

One of the places he talks about Massasoit House - an inn just over the line from Malden in Revere that served alcohol - Malden was dry - and served as a good source of hijinks. From the description it sounds like it would have been about where the Squire is today or at least within a stone's throw.

Actually, Linden had some very accomplished drinkers, men who could hold their own in almost any seaport on or off the map. They did not have to worry about companionship or thirst because of the Massasoit House. This famous old inn was technically across the line in the town of Revere, although the nearest house in Revere, the fine rambling farmhouse belonging to John P. Squire, was a mile and a half distant, with bleak marshland between, while Linden Square was less than two hundred yards away. As long as the Massasoit was geographically and socially a part of Linden, little did any of its patrons care that, in reaching its hospitable doorways, it was necessary for them to pass over an imaginary boundary between the city of Malden and the town of Revere. And Spike Dodge, the Linden cop, as well as the rest of the Malden force, was without authority to interfere with Admiral Quimby's conduct of his barroom, restaurant and hotel. The Revere police, put into office and kept there by saloon politicians, were not likely to journey miles and miles across primeval swamplands to harass a saloon-keeper who served another town, although his place happened to stand a few yards inside the limits of Revere.

So on his five-acre lot, fronting on the extension of Beach Street, Linden, the Admiral reigned supreme, and always with distinction. I have said that there were no examples of the best early-American architecture in Linden, but the Massasoit House, just a stone's throw eastward, built in 1750 by an anonymous ship's carpenter, had the simple and pleasing
proportions of the best New England houses, the easy sloping roof, just steep enough to clear itself of heavy loads of snow, the tightly-fitted windows with detachable green blinds, so that the building had contrasting aspects for summer and winter. The main building, about forty feet by eighty (but not exactly), and two and a half stories high, contained an attic
where the help could be accommodated, hotel bedrooms upstairs, and the ground floor was given over to a dining room known and praised far and wide, with a private banquet hall behind, on one wall of which was a balcony for musicians. All the public rooms had broad stone fireplaces.

Sounds pretty classy. Bet they didn't have plastic cups at the Massasoit House.

They're back in fashion and can do less damage than glass bottles.