From the swankiest upscale club to the grungiest dive bar, SBC has you covered with bar choices in sweat, grime, or pretension, whichever you prefer.
Have you ever sat down at said favorite bar and thought about why you chose this particular arrangement of brick, mortar, and alcohol to practice your imbibing? Maybe, maybe not. That is quite alright, let us discuss it forthwith.
First we’ll look into the components that please your pretentiousness, and break them down, like your liver.
Music: Each venue has a particular sound, or lack thereof, that appeals to you. Whether it be jazz, hip-hop, metal, rock, blues, electronic, or the group that took control of Touch Tunes, and fucked up your wallowing with more Journey than anyone should ever hear in one sitting.
Alcohol: This is, of course, the only reason we go to bars. The sooner we stop pretending we’re not all alcoholics, the better. That said, every locale has a little bit different selection. Some don’t have draught beer, a travesty, yes, but it can be overcome. Some have better drink specials, but if you look hard, you can get more than buzzed for $10 on any given night.
Crowd: If you really enjoy solidarity, you should drink at home and save some money. That’s not what bars are about; they’re about the people. You can guess who’s gonna be where and when and why, pretty much anytime. Still not sure if this is sad, or terrible. Either way, there’s plenty of loose conversation to be had.
Hours: as a practicing adult, 7:30am comes real early, and I need a place to get it in before midnight. You may leave work at 10pm, and that’s totally fine, because there are plenty of places for you to enjoy until 6am. You see, all we’re really doing is “rotating” the clock around to fit it into our particular chaotic mess that is life.
Food: Depending on the joint, food may or may not be offered, and as a fat kid, this is an important decision. I never go more than say, an hour, without thinking about my next meal. This is why I love the South. I’m never very far away from a Budweiser and a cheap steak, or brat, or burger, or meat pie, or sausage. Mmm… Sausages.
I hope you enjoyed this pondering rant. Wait, I don’t care. See you at the bar.
So what’s your top 5? Top 3? Let us know!