Joi B.
Yelp
What do you do on Thanksgiving eve at 12:40 when Mimi's decides to switch on the harsh bright lights to indicate it's closing time? (really, WTF? The bar was quite crowded as usual. I don't get it and I don't like it). You head directly across the street to finish off the night at Big Daddy's.
You'd think it would be a haven for the Rob Halford and Mister Rogers set, but you'd be wrong. Friendly, slightly divey, with a constant stream of characters strolling in. Not that Rob Halford or Mister Rogers would be out of place here... actually no one would be out of place in here. The character roll included a pair of sprightly squaws, a rotund older fella with a giant turkey on a pole, then plenty of your average guys and dolls... you get the picture. Old, young, hip, not... bring it to Big Daddy's.
The bartender is Abe Vigoda-esque, perhaps a bit world weary, but thoroughly kind and welcoming.
I could have sat there for hours. Oh, wait, I did.
Thanks for being there for us, Big Daddy's, in a time of need. I won't forget you on any given night in the neighborhood.