Doobies Bar

"The amount of David Bowie memorabilia in this Fitler Square bar probably rivals a rock and roll museum. But this isn’t an intimate spot where locals meet up just to be in a whiskey-filled shrine to Bowie—they also talk about cats (the bar has rescued hundreds) and drink Citywides while doing it. If you’re planning on staying for a while, you’ll be in good company because there are 10 on the menu. Budweiser and Jim Beam? Yup. Cider and bourbon? They have it. A lager and a rum and coke shot? What? But also, yes, they’ve got those, too. When you want to be surrounded by people who think Bowie should’ve won more Grammys—and made an album about a Siamese cat—or simply want to watch a game and curse, there’s only one place to go. " - candis mclean

"Right down the street from Trattoria Carina is Doobie’s, which is a cash-only dive that, at first glance, might not seem exactly like a great place to have a quiet post-pasta drink. But this is a place where magic happens. Not the kind of magic that Usher talks about in his 2006 episode of MTV Cribs, but the kind that turns a date from benign, polite questions about each other’s jobs to getting embarrassingly competitive over a game of Scrabble or swing dancing to whatever song is up on the jukebox." - sydney mcelwee

"At first glance, Doobie’s looks like any other dive bar in the city, but this cash-only spot in Fitler Square has some sort of weird power that turns any regular night into the kind you’ll be hearing different accounts of for the next month. Maybe it’s because of how perfectly retro it is, or maybe it’s because, like Eric Foreman’s basement in That ’70s Show, it’s the only meeting point that makes sense no matter where everyone is coming from. Regardless of who you’re here with, you’ll either end your night arguing over whether “jilp” is a real word in Scrabble, or by standing on a chair and loudly singing along to an AC/DC song from the jukebox." - sydney mcelwee

"Doobie’s Bar is a magical place. At first glance, it looks like any other dive bar in the city, but this cash-only spot in Fitler Square has some sort of weird power that turns any regular night into the kind you’ll be hearing different accounts of for the next month. Maybe it’s because of how perfectly retro it is without trying, or maybe it’s because, like Eric Foreman’s basement in That ’70s Show, it’s the only meeting point that makes sense no matter what kind of night you want to have. Regardless of who you come here with, you’ll either end your night arguing over whether “jilp” is a real word in Scrabble, or standing on a chair loudly singing the words to an AC/DC song from the jukebox." - Sydney McElwee