Novare Res Bier Café was the spot where I had my first beer in Portland, Maine.
It was a cold, rainy April evening and we were strolling around downtown’s cobblestone pathways, winding along until we found the bar tucked away off of Exchange Street. It’s just hidden enough from the main thoroughfare, almost as if you sort of need to know where you are going. Or at least, perhaps, know what it is that you want.
The place is dark, but bright. Boisterous and loud, but cozy and intimate. You can share a bottle of spontaneously fermented beer—both outstanding examples from domestic and international brewers—or you can nurse a Sapporo from the can. It’s certainly not a bar for everyone, but it is just right for me.