It wasn’t a “dive bar,” initially. It was just a bar, one of many in a stretch of the Back Bay that was sketchy even by 1970s Boston standards. The rest of those bars are long gone, but T.C.’s Lounge hung on, earning its “dive bar” status — one of the last gritty bars in downtown Boston — simply by surviving.
But now, to the shock and dismay of many, T.C.’s Lounge is gone, too. All that is left are the ghostly outlines of the detritus that covered its walls, the kind of silhouettes you can get only from marinating a windowless space in 42 years of nicotine and whiskey breath and bad perfume. And smoke. It was the fire that was the beginning of the end.