Every bar should have a “thing.” My very favorite bar, Burp Castle in the East Village of Manhattan, is themed like a monastery; the bartenders wear monks’ robes and gently shush the patrons to keep the noise down. My local Brooklyn bar, High Dive, isn’t quite so distinctive, but it serves popcorn and has pinball in the back and a chalkboard in the front where patrons can put money on each others’ tabs.
New York is studded with one-of-a-kind bars: Beauty Bar has salon chairs installed; Sand Bar has the heat cranked up and the floor covered in beach sand; the Frying Pan isn’t actually unique because it’s one of several bars on boats. But you could probably list off even better bars than those in your hometown. San Francisco ha