Diving In Downtown
My friends and I never really drink downtown. Sure, I take all out-of-town and overseas visitors for an al fresco craft beer or cocktail...
High-way to Hell
On Saturday night, it finally happened. For the first time in recorded history, I wasn’t the highest person at a Whataburger. That title belonged...
Far Out … No, Really
The gutsiest investments in Clubland - conceptually, financially, location-wise - always prompt the question: Will it make it? Take Metro Cinema + Indigo Grille.
The...
Short Hours for The Lazy Moose
I remember when the fall Daylight Savings Time was a celebratory event, because it meant one extra hour to drink at a bar before...
Open Letter to Off-the-Wall Jack
Dear Mr. Off-the-Wall Jack. Don't worry. I'm not writing you now in the hope that you'll change your name to something less disgusting. Rather,...
“Piss” Apologia
Went to a pleasantly small wedding several weeks ago at a bed and breakfast. So small that we five or six drinkers on hand...
Not Rocking, But Rolling
Back in the good ol' days (read: the Clinton administration), my entourage and I always made time to swing by a joint that's been...
Confederacy of Dunce
Remember Saturday night? Right after dusk when the temperature was only, like, 91 degrees? I was sweating it out behind the patio bar at...
On the Town
Happy Hour
Readers’ choice: Bar Louie, 2973 W 7th St
Critic’s choice: Upper 90 on College, 961 W Magnolia Av
From 2 to 7pm Mon-Fri, the Near...
Blue Monday
Unless you hate crowds, Mondays are a rough night to go out. Maybe not happy hour so much; I’m thinking more of those last...
