Last weekend, I ventured skeptically back to Lit. A previous post about my first night at Lit was a rather glowing review, but don’t assume that I’ve been spending most my life living in a hipster’s paradise (yes, that was a Coolio reference). My second encounter with the bar left me burned.It was a Friday night around 2:00 a.m. I’d just come from a delightfully dull bar--perfect for a few drinks and conversation with a couple of friends. But now we were looking for something less low key. We m....
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