You can spot him a mile away. He's usually the one with the hat worn slightly askew and the top three buttons of his shirt undone, saying the word "bro" over and over. He's at a table at the bar, may...
All of the pizzas are framed by a dough that’s crafted in-house. At its best, it results in a crust that lends its toppings a yeasty-sweet and char-flecked depth. Sometimes, however, the pizzas would have benefited from a bit more crispiness. The crust at the edges of all the pizzas, however, was across-the-board excellent, freckled black and blistered from the oven’s heat.
PW's drunks think Locust Bar is the best straight bar that's turning into a gay bar. They also think Abby's Desert Lounge is the best place to catch an awesome cover band. Cheers!
Finding a good bar is like finding a soul mate. The very air around you should sing softly of future memories forged on the strength of the bond created upon that first fateful meeting. When your foot crosses the threshold for the first time, the force of the atmosphere should drag you forward like a willing victim into Dracula’s castle. The personality of the bar should fold itself around you, whispering assurances that you have indeed entered a space that is alive: with excitement, with curiosity, with warmth.