This may just look like an average, ordinary, overstuffed envelope….

Can you mail hopes and dreams? Yep, to Court Street.
…but it actually contains the future foundation of what Alewife will be built upon. This is package contains our Liquor License Application. For what is a beer bar without the legal ability to sell beer? That’s right, a speakeasy. But much like Johnny Dangerously I’m going legit.

So with all the proper letters crossed and dotted we dropped the application in the mail and began the waiting game. Tick tick tick. Look here soon for the post “We Got Our License!! O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay!“.