You’re not going to find fancy-pants beers at the New Boston Tavern. No Dogfish. No Sierra Nevada. No Rouge. No Magic Hat.
None were in evidence the recent afternoon I spent at the establishment, which is perched on the shoulder of Indiana 545 in Spencer County in the extreme southern reaches of the state. I didn’t hear anyone bitching about it, either.
Most of what passed over the bar that rainy, cold day were traditional American lagers of the Bud, Miller and Coor’s varieties. The taps were Michelob and Amber Bock, but no one was drinking draft.
