"The Greek gods notably drank ambrosia, but if they ever descended on Upper Hawthorne in search of Pabst on draft they’d find themselves quite welcome at BOG. The golden pillars at the entrance give way to the kind of boozy laser tag aesthetic of the interior. Almost everything except the handsome blonde bar is either matte black or video poker neon, though the back patio offers some classy Greek frescos, and the LED grape clusters strung along the rafters are a subtle improvement over the standard issue dive bar Christmas lights. But the real draw are the veteran bartenders, some of whom have been slinging lagers in the so-called Bermuda Triangle for more than a decade." - Ben Coleman
