I live around a major college campus and 98% of the bars are shit. They cater to the students with their parents' money. Pop music, weak pours, and obnoxious 18-22 year-olds who wouldn't know class or proper drinking decorum if it bit them on their pampered rumps. I enjoy ogling a tasty college chick as much as the next drunkard, but I don't need to hear her tunelessly scream the lyrics to Lady Gaga or Carly Rae Jepson.
Thankfully, there exists a tiny contingent of dim, wood-paneled establishments that serve as oases of reason in the desert of brightly-lit buffoonery. Jack's Corner Pub, Brewstir's, and Ruby's - along with some other serviceable joints - pour 'em strong and don't ignore you if you aren't young, rich, and beautiful.
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on Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:03 pm, edited 1 time in total.
There are those who look upon some of my more unsavory habits and call them the cries for help of a problem drinker. I prefer to think of them as the charming misadventures of a dashing rogue.