Dig This Awards 2010: Newcomer Bar/Club
Dig This Awards 2011: Best Neighborhood Spot; Kendall Square
“Kendall Square has always been a crossroads for Cambridge hipsters and the professional suits that work in the area. Lord Hobo caters to both with $4 pints from Haverhill Brewery and craft cocktails like the Angelina (gin,
St-Germain, yellow Chartreuse, fresh lemon, bitters). There are also nightly $5 appetizer specials, and $1 oysters from 5 to 7 pm, Monday through Thursday. It’s a stellar way to start exploring a menu that expands into kobe steak tips, burrata pecan pesto crostini and pork belly with pickled napa slaw.”
- The Improper Bostonian’s Best 2011: Neighborhoods; Cambridge: Kendall Square
The Return of the B-Side (Only Better)
Ever since the skies darkened after the legendary B-Side Lounge shuttered over a year ago, you’ve counted the days until you could spend a night within its hallowed walls once more.
We’re happy to report the countdown is over.
Feast your eyes on Lord Hobo, and when it opens its doors Monday, it will be a testament to the redemptive powers of resurrection and reinvention—and in Inman Square no less.
Upon entering you’ll notice a handsome interior face-lift with everything from handmade banquette seating to an entire new construction of mahogany booths, as well as a rotating 40-tap beer selection (including three hand-pumps for cask goodness), presenting you options like the MA-brewed Mayflower Golden Blonde ale or the Hercule Russian Imperial Stout, a Belgian brew that leaves you thankful it comes served in real-deal 16-ounce pints.
And if mean cocktails like their 92 Siestas (Luna tequila, agave syrup and bitters) require some comfort food done right to complete your marathon booze session, you have housemade Gnocchi With Parmesan Cream and Oxtail and True Sheppard’s Pie to dive into, courtesy of a chef from Sorellina and Moo. Meaning you may well find yourself wanting to give up your home and just live on a cot wedged between beer casks out back.
Like a hobo, if you will.”
“We were at Lord Hobo in Cambridge, a dimly lit bar on Hampshire Street with red-toned walls and paintings that remind me of those odd, inexplicable dreams I had as a kid. I scan the walls: A naked woman on her knees taking communion, a round portrait of a fat man’s head surrounded by what looked to be a circle of gold Buddha figures.
Atmosphere: a true Friendly Toast vibe sans the yard sale items. I dig the dark wood used for the tables and chairs.
Behind us, inside the square-shaped bar were back-to-back rows of a couple dozen taps. The place is boasting its revolving tap list online with near-daily updates on Twitter.
I sipped on a Port Mongo, which was very dry and pleasing. You’ll only like a beer like this if you’re into something hoppy and strong, like a Dogfish 60 or 90 Minute. Or even a Harpoon Leviathan. My beer also got me thinking of my man Steve Greenlee at The Boston Globe. I don’t know the dude, but I like what he lays down in that “99 Bottles” column. This month, he writes about Mayflower Brewing Co’s seasonal red ale, which he recently discovered along with a personal favorite of mine, Clown Shoes Tramp Stamp.
Lord Hobo isn’t exactly in my neck of the woods, but it easily maintains a kind of alchemy that is both a solid gathering spot for locals and a destination for people around the city.
My buddy Tennessee was telling me their draft selection was something I had to witness firsthand. The drafts at Lord Hobo are priced so that even my old beer drinking partner in crime, Mr. X, can possibly afford a visit sometime soon ($6 for the Port Mongo). The dude is constantly broke and can’t afford to be a jamoke like me who got fleeced ($9.75) for a half glass of Dogfish 90 Minute in the Back Bay a few months ago.
Way back when, I used to let Mr. X sleep on my floor when things got too rough. These days I just try to find a place or two for him that has reasonably priced craft beer.
A last word on Hobo: much of the credit for our fine Sunday afternoon there goes to the attentive staff. Did Eric Cash somehow step out of “Lush Life” to hold court at L.H. to tell the people what great customer service is all about? I wonder. Now I am on the lookout for a place that can top what they have going on.”
“After much heralding, Lord Hobo and his motley crew of daily-changing ales and microbrews have set up court in Cambridge. Just beyond the heavy red curtains, patrons will find a single dark chamber filled on weeknights with young professionals in full post-work chill-out mode, and on weekends with a more energetic hipster crowd sporting skinny jeans and facial hair. A throbbing backbeat of 90s alt rock albums, played in their entirety, provides a constant soundtrack for the head-bobbing clientele, while the simple yet sleek décor of burnt-red walls and polished mahogany bar, banquette, and tables creates a warm, low-key atmosphere perfect for indulging in the bar’s main attraction – the beer. An extensive menu featuring eighty brews from near and far – from Cambridge’s own Pretty Things to German pilsners, Russian stouts, and the $45 Cantillon Saint Lamvinus from Belgium – should be enough to satisfy any beer enthusiast, while those who prefer grapes and spirits will find a substantial offering of forty wines and twenty specialty cocktails. The menu can be overwhelming, but the friendly bartenders and servers are more than happy to answer questions, make recommendations, and dole out free samples to the uninitiated. Popular as a weekday chill-out spot where beer and conversation are king, Lord Hobo nonetheless gets packed to the rafters on the weekends when a slightly rowdier crowd pours in looking for good music and even better beer.”
–Party Earth Boston
“Nerdy hipsters and neighborhood locals flocks to Central Square newcomer in the former B-Side Lounge space. Large beer selection with roughly 40 choices including several imports from Belgium and Germany as well as creative, serious-minded cocktails. Food provides fantastic accompaniment to the booze, from the juicy burger in brioche roll to fried oysters and lobster mac & cheese. Put on your most expensive flannel and fit right in.”