Bar.

On Thurs. I went downtown with a friend for free art museum hours, and then afterwards we felt like a drink, and I remembered that I had seen this sign suspended from a hotel roof across a vacant lot by the bus-stop going back to our neighborhood, and the sign was advertising a rooftop bar, so we went up there only to find the place packed.

Anyhow, we could barely get a seat, but then this one old guy with red hair whose eyes weren't right and was trying to talk up the waitresses but ended up talking more to himself got up to leave, so my friend snatched his seat, only to hear at that moment the bartendress be like, "Thank god the fucking pedophile left!", and when the other waitresses challenged her, she was like, "What? The man was a total fucking pedophile!"

The waitresses there were around my age and had on a lot of make-up and seemed like boozy fun (or at least half of them were; the other half were kind of mean), and the food was overpriced for what you got, but the drinks were fair and it's right downtown, so I'm totally going back there. The crowd was very mixed, too - anyone and everyone went there, though a little more late college-age people.