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Sometimes, you want to do more than just drink at bar. Say hello to Chalk, Sobe's latest nightlife endeavor by managing partners Robert Chalk, Sayra Moto and Joseph Blount. A Grand Opening celebration will kick off this Thursday, January 5th with a private, invitation-only ribbon-cutting ceremony officiated by Miami Beach Vice-Mayor Michael Gongora at 9PM. The party continues all night, opening doors to the public at 10 PM. (RSVP: RSVP@chalkmiami.com.)
A modern Speakeasy in Downtown Miami celebrates its Grand Opening this weekend, November 10th, 11th& 12th. Situated at 139 NE 1st Street in the historic Dade Commonwealth Building, The Bank Vault Lounge & Gallery takes us back to the roaring twenties with flappers behind the bar serving Capone-era cocktails and a VIP area inside a real, recycled bank vault. Drinks courtesy of Ketel One Vodka, Zacapa Rum and Johnnie Walker will be served while you sway to the sounds of Ralph Good, DJ Obscene, Paul E, Damaged Goods and Paul Arthur. Art installations by Leonardo Hidalgo complement the ‘Prohibiffic’ décor that spills into four different rooms and surrounds you with marble walls, vaulted ceilings and Roman columns. RSVP for this weekend’s festivities by phone or email: 305.373.1515 or RSVP@thebankmiami.com.
Eight years ago, Teresa Rivera was a New York City bartender. She dished out cocktails from behind the counters of budding neighborhood bars and bustling nightclubs. While filling glasses with cold hard liquor, Rivera discovered that she had a knack for connecting patrons, making it possible for individuals to find someone to charismatically fall in love with or to have a one-night-stand with. Her familiarity with crowds, and optimism in her guests’ ability to find love, propelled her to use matchmaker magic.
It was only a matter of time before Rivera permanently traded in her cocktail apron for Cupid’s bow and arrows. She took the knowledge that she gained from navigating the NYC bar/dating scene to draft a website that promotes connectivity online and offline. Barstalk.com, impart a bar guide and a dating site, employs filtering software, which will help individuals decide what they would like in a bar and in a partner.
These five Historic Chicago Bars have withstood some of the Windy City’s greatest challenges, and welcomed some of its greatest traditions. And, many of these establishments survived one of nightlife’s greatest challenges, Prohibition. The Berghoff, Southport Lanes, Schaller’s Pump, The Back Room and Twin Anchors have stood the time for different reasons, but one thing they definitely have in common, is that they offer a good time.
The Berghoff
The 113-year old establishment, located in the heart of the loop, was owned and inspired by the beer brewing West German immigrant, Joseph Berghoff. In its heyday, the bar sold beer for nickels and offered free sandwiches to their patrons. And, when the prohibition affected Chicago nightlife, Berghoff kept its doors open, functioning as a full service restaurant, also selling ’near beer’. In 1969, Berghoff abandoned its ‘Men Only’ policy after member of the National Organization for Women stood at the bar and demanded service.
"It's Friday, Friday!
Gotta get down on Friday!" (Thank you, Miss Rebecca Black)
We all made it through the week. Congratulations to us. Now we must do ourselves a favor and buy ourselves a drink!
Whether you're relaxing or going out and partying (yeah!), try some Cîroc vodka. At a bar last week, the bartender was offering free shots of Cîroc vodka. Now, I'm not really a vodka kind of gal but we here at Joonbug, never miss out on a free shot. Vodka doesn't always go down well for some, but this vodka is an exception--it is smooth!
Is there ever a bad time for beer and pizza? Maxi didn’t think so either. That is why Maxi’s Pizza, Subs, and Bar is so successful in Templetown, Philadelphia. It is only a stone’s throw away from academic buildings and it's conveniently placed between everyone’s classes.
There is no question that college students like pizza, which makes Maxi’s location the best advertisement of them all, but this is no ordinary pizzeria. On the approach, before you even open the doors, you catch a glimpse of a countertop covered in pizza pies. Run to it, like a spring in the hot desert, though this is no mirage. Maxi’s, at any given time, has between ten and twenty different pizzas on display, ready to serve on an instant’s notice. Once you get over the urge to order a slice of every single one, there should be one or two or three or four slices that stand out. At Maxi’s there is a pizza ready for everybody.
It’s Saturday morning. You had a lot of plans today. You were supposed to clean the apartment, do the laundry, tinker around with your resume so you can start applying for a new job. The weather is gorgeous, bright and sunny—the warmest it’s been in months. After a little work around the house, you were planning on exploring the city on your new bicycle, then maybe going out for dinner and drinks with your best friend a little later. Drinks? You start to gag at the thought.
Nope, none of those things are going to happen today. You feel like you’ve been pummeled with a frying pan while riding a rollercoaster all night long...before crashing face first into the bottom of a birdcage. Your mouth is dry and your tongue, toxic. Nausea makes every little noise and ray of light feel like utter torture. You moan and clamp a pillow over your head, but that’s not before you realize that you don’t see your purse anywhere near your bed, where you usually dump it before climbing into bed after a late night. It must be near the front door, right? You bolt out of bed to check. Nowhere in sight. You must have lost it last night. Scheisse.
It’s Saturday morning. You had a lot of plans today. You were supposed to clean the apartment, do the laundry, tinker around with your resume so you can start applying for a new job. The weather is gorgeous, bright and sunny—the warmest it’s been in months. After a little work around the house, you were planning on exploring the city on your new bicycle, then maybe going out for dinner and drinks with your best friend a little later. Drinks? You start to gag at the thought.
Nope, none of those things are going to happen today. You feel like you’ve been pummeled with a frying pan while riding a rollercoaster all night long...before crashing face first into the bottom of a birdcage. Your mouth is dry and your tongue, toxic. Nausea makes every little noise and ray of light feel like utter torture. You moan and clamp a pillow over your head, but that’s not before you realize that you don’t see your purse anywhere near your bed, where you usually dump it before climbing into bed after a late night. It must be near the front door, right? You bolt out of bed to check. Nowhere in sight. You must have lost it last night. Scheisse.
Sometimes you just want to get away from it all: from the lines and the poseurs, from the famous and the fame whores, from the same ol’ same ol’. The night scene always gets stale after a while, whether you’re in Los Angeles or New York. But other than sit at home or go to some lame hole in the wall where no one shows up because it, well, sucks, where can you go? Is there some sort of underground nightlife that only a select few know about?
Secret L.A.—it sounds impossible, and maybe in a certain sense it always will be, because when you think about it, statistically speaking, there are bound to be at least 5,000 people in the city who share the exact same idea of what constitutes a good time, and shortly after you find your very own cool, “unknown” spot, they'll find it too, elongating the line, driving up prices, and, of course, ruining your experience. Still, there are some places that have at least the semblance of secrecy. These spots are probably a little under the radar or at least it appear to be—and in this city, one can’t really ask for more than that.
We’re pretty sure that there is no other place else in DC where you can attend what can only be called a crazy vodka fueled house party hosted by your long-lost Russian granny. Located in a historic three floor townhouse, the Russia House offers customers such an authentic experience that you might as well be in St. Petersburg; from the dark walls, chandeliers, peeling wallpaper, wood burning fireplaces, heavy red drapery, baroque burgundy carpets, high-back chairs, fancy chaise lounges, and long wooden tables, not to mention a stoic staff who seem to take great pleasure in guaranteeing your hangover, it’s a one way ticket straight to the motherland. And if you’re not careful, a night here can be such a trip that you just might not make it back home.
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