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NYE in the Fort

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Well, Wednesday is New Year’s Eve, and in the words of a popular yet controversial longhaired sage who is worshipped by millions (that would be St. Jonathan of Bakersfield, of course), “Are you ready?!” Allegedly –– a...


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Dept. of Wish Fulfillment

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I went to a dueling piano bar last Thursday, almost a year after my first visit. Compared to Louie Louie’s ridiculously festive décor –– instruments, piñatas, bras, deer heads –– Pete’s Dueling Piano Bar’s was s...



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Be Careful Out There

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I had one sort of depressing experience at Don Pablo’s and then, about two months later, one that was totally fine and enjoyable. I’d love to tell you about both of them with all of the relevant yuks, color, and happy hour ...


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Uptown Wild

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A couple of years ago, when The Wild Rooster changed owners, hired a new manager, fired a bunch of old staffers, and then went under in less than a year, I talked to one of the bartenders who’d gotten the ax. She was understa...



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Yelpless

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I like Yelp for its maps and search function. It’s pretty helpful for finding dives that have somehow escaped search engine indexing, but because Yelp allows feedback only in the form of buttons that mark reviews as “funny,...


Philly cheesesteak, made with “real” Cheez Whiz, on the grill. Courtesy Facebook.

Sturdy, Funky

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It’s no secret that I like chain restaurants, and I kind of get excited when a new one springs up from the dust of some freeway-adjacent retail development. If I were a little kid in 2014, I’d probably grow up thinking that...



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The Tomahawk of Odin

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I found Indian Oaks Tavern on Sunday evening, after I’d gone to Barcadia with a pocketful of cash and coins for brunch, beers, and Burgertime. I left during the second quarter of the Packers-Eagles game, imagining an alternat...


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Eldritch 8-Ball

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Just in time to be too late for Halloween, I discovered another allegedly haunted bar. I say “discovered” as if I had to hack through miles of dangerous jungle and even more dangerous jungle creatures to carefully unearth s...



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The Sundays

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More than any other time of the week, I find myself bar hopping on Sunday nights. It’s not that I don’t go out Fridays or Saturdays (or Mondays or Tuesdays or Thursdays, for that matter), but those evenings tend to be spent...


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Football Flippin’ Out

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Out of sympathy for the afflicted, my hatred for the Cowboys has settled down over the years into a low-level distaste seasoned with flecks of begrudging respect, in part because intensely hating things is exhausting but also b...