Snake & Jake Christmas Club

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.. In Short
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.…