Nothing has produced so much happiness as a good Tavern. "What a place You could have the president of Harvard at one end of the bar and Boston's best bank robbers at the other with everyone else in between." The Warren Tavern closed in 1813. It was reopened over a century and a half later in the shadow of an elevated railway in the midst of the gritty Boston District of Charlestown. The year was 1972, a decade of change. Few, if any, thought the...