Floating on air for romance? Try this.
The Zanzabar we know today is a resurrection of the building’s past life as a bar called, you guessed it, Zanzibar.
We think Russian revolutionary Vladimir Lenin, had he been to Rich O’s, might well have altered one of his famous sayings to, “Any beer-drinker should be able to run the country.”
The man who goes by “Compass” quit his job at Dick’s Sporting Goods in March 2008. He enjoyed fixing bicycles there but didn’t much like the “corporate structure."
It seems as if somebody raided a yard sale for the motley assortment of kitschy pictures (yes, that very well could be White Fang) that cover the wall to your left as you enter the Outlook Inn.
For some, the most impressive number might be 60. That’s the count bartender Cindy Kebbell gives for the different brands of bourbon offered at the Old Seelbach Bar.
It’s a narrow place, not much bigger than a shotgun house, and people cram into the bar to discover their inner David Bowie.
The South End is rife with friendly neighborhood bars, but the one with the biggest embrace has to be O’Dolly’s, located just north of Outer Loop between Fairdale and Valley Station.
The Actors Theatre production has reached intermission, which means it’s time for a drink. And you’re in luck because a couple of short flights of stairs descending from the main lobby lead to Intermezzo.
This unassuming little hangout on the corner of two residential Germantown streets is the latest in a line of bars dating back to the 1930s.
Alcohol awareness week lecture by noted advertising expert
Barry Rogers is 70 years old and has been coming to the Bambi Bar for nearly 40 years. As a matter of fact, he has lived right around the corner for about as long.