Why must it always be the case that the joints that seem too cool to be for real turn out to be mob fronts?

Why why why?

There was Rice to Riches, the rice pudding emporium (only rice pudding, all the time) run by a mobster arrested for running a multimillion-dollar gambling ring.

Now it's the Waltham Tavern, where the kindly neighborhood drunks and hipsters who wished they lived in Williamsburg or Wicker Park congregated for pool, $2 beers and $4 G&Ts ("with a lot of gin and a little tonic"), and games on the porno Megatouch with Rose the bartender.

But the Boston cops have to go and shut it down, just because it was run by mobster Sonny Baiona, who was running an OxyContin ring popular with local lawyers out the back.

Bastards!