Joi B.
Yelp
Here we definitely have a college bar. So you know what's coming next: it's definitely not going to ever be a part of the Joi B bar crawl.
BUT! It is a notch above the TJ Quills of the college bar mundo. Let's rewind, oh, five years (or maybe more, sigh) back to when I was a Midori sour-drinking college girl, I'd totally bring my parents here to drink with me. I realize the fact that I was once the type who ordered Midori sours may give you pause, 'specially if you read about all my fancy cocktail drinking ways, but it's true. We can't all be *born* with good taste. I was once an NYU girl (which is probably similar to a Tulane girl, only with a snottier attitude and a penchant for staying out all night in underground nightclubs) and wet behind the ears. You couldn't order wine coolers in bars back in those days, so... Midori. And Fuzzy Navels. God help me.
OK that's quite enough stumbling down memory lane.
Getting back to the compliment I'm trying to give Fat Harry's, grown-ups can and do seem to rub elbows with the young 'uns here. And it's not weird. I saw folks of all ages and those who seemed to be parental types, hanging out and having a good time.
The ambiance: TVs everywhere, wood paneling, basic basic. Nice front patio, though. Nothing memorable. But it's clean. And not full of classless dolts taking a piss with the door open, so at least there's that!