Terminal Alcoholic Scumpit. That's what Anthony Bourdain called it in Australian Vogue once, anyway. It's usually dark enough to make anyone look good, if you don't like the music, wait five minutes and it'll change, and an endless supply of United Cabs are only a phone call away. I second the sunglasses and mini raincoat (they won't let me say con dom!) suggestion wholeheartedly. Might want to bring more than one pocket protector, though... wink, wink, nudge, nudge....
Every day is a hipster holiday at this dimly lit Uptown hole-in-the-wall..
You can celebrate Christmas in July, assuming that your Yuletide rituals include rubbing elbows with drunk college students, neighborhood eccentrics and musicians in a small, dark dive. A giant wreath is the only landmark for first-timers seeking out this oddball-chic destination, dauntingly located on a one-way street in a seedy residential neighborhood near the local universities. Prohibitively dark lighting and a low couch or two combine with diverse music to create an atmosphere that teeters between barfly-hip and sleep-inducing ennui. The crowd is a mix of late-night gadabouts, including scruffy musicians looking for post-gig camaraderie.
A Bahumbug relic. Unfortune as it is, this version is a pale shadow of its mythological self; no jukebox, bright lights (at 3 AM!) and schlocky music...I'm real sad...
a shady place for shiney people. Get the house special: a can of shlitz and a shot of jaegermeister. Go there late, like 3am. Any earlier and the bartenders will have just gotten out of bed and will be gripey.
Evergreen party spot. Dont forget to bring sunglasses and a condom ; Youll be bummed if you forget either at this hole in the wall, dark, party til 9am uptown bar. Be careful of the blaring sunlight that greets you after closing down this timeless watering hole. Be prepared to walk. Finding a cab is impossible.
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