Perched high above Power Plant Live, Angel's is a little bit cooler than the rest of us.
Ricky and Lucy may be long gone but this Babalu still swings.
What you'd find hanging in your sorority sister's closet. Bebe leaves little to the imagination, and even less to your wallet.
Brookshire Suites is no B.S.
When you're at the game, but you would really rather be in a bar.
Sometimes you really need a really, REALLY good steak.
A better dining experience is possible...but not likely.
From Salsa to Spoken Word, there's a night for everyONE.
Classic Corporate Courtyard.
Flemings is to steak what Kobe Bryant is to basketball; brash, arrogant but oh, so damn good.
Meat, with a side of meat, served on a bed of meat.
Near the center of everything, without being the center of everything.
The Havana Club has more nooks and crannies than a Thomas' English muffin.
It's big, it's new, it blocks the view.
You know you want to sing along.
Under 29? Check. Skin tight club apparel? Check. Tetnous shot? Check. Now you're ready for Iguana Cantina.
Classic American shoes for classic American Presidents.
With a two-and-a-half story brass pole featuring prominently on stage.
More American than apple pie and Britney Spears.
Amazingly efficient staff, eye-scorchingly hot location, and a partridge in a pear tree, my true love.
Hot patrons, hotter bartender, icy cool booze, who needs to go south of the border?
Lurking at the back of Power Plant Live like a pretentious little sister who developed into a statuesque goddess.
It's loud, gaudy and pretentious, just what you want from an upscale mega-nightclub.
An iconic, institution, and a cautionary tale about what happens when a local boy makes good then goes corporate.
It might be a sports bar.
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