"Philadelphia Think of this as the bar manifestation of your uncle who rocks a Christmas lights sweater at the dinner table—it's a festive sh*t show. Someone might be passed out on the holiday throne. You'll wait 10 minutes for a drink that contains more sugar than alcohol. Club rats and retirees rip shots of butterscotch schnapps and orange juice before posing with a seven-foot Santa. Just know that nobody will be dancing, since the music consists of sleigh bell sounds over air horns. Bring cash for the $10 cover, or use the ATM next door at Finn McCools." - team infatuation
