"There’s that saying about getting right back on the horse after it bucks you off. Taking a heartbroken friend to Over Under is a little like that. Sure, you could come here for a reasonably calm cheeseburger and martini during happy hour. But we’d suggest going on a Saturday night at midnight and shoving them right into that sweaty mass of strangers rubbing all over each other by the bleachers. Most of them are probably single, at least two drinks deep, and hopefully not toxic (but no guarantees there). That, plus a strong frozen cocktail with an additional floater of rum, is the kind of exposure therapy they need." - mariana trabanino, ryan pfeffer, virginia otazo