There’s nothing wrong with hitting up
your standby local drinkery, but it’s not always appealing to run into
every old high school jock, boss or college nemesis when you’re just out
hoping for a good time. Luckily, there’s a solution outside of drinking
home alone. Hotel bars are oft-unappreciated gems
with staffs engrossed with hospitality.
You don’t have to have a penis to drink
alcohol, and you don’t have to have a penis to be a dick, either. Polite
society functions on ground rules passed down throughout history, and
in regards to respecting the bar, etiquette is indifferent toward
Here's a challenge: Check out CityBeat's Swizzle Guide this week (a rundown of more than 200 great local spots) and think about how many of your life's moments are associated with a bar. Me? My wedding reception was in a bar, spilling out onto the decks on a beautiful September afternoon. And I just got back from New Orleans and spent some quality time at Pat O'Brien's, a place I associate with wonderful Mardi Gras trips throughout the years.