Ask the Critic: Where to hit happy hour?
It ain't exactly downtown, but I am a big fan of the happy hour at the Fainting Goat because, for one, its walking distance from my office and, for two, it serves the best of the worst whiskies in the world: Wall Street. Two double Wall Streets on the rocks and you can make a decent amnesia claim in any court in the land. Three and you've entered a state where no laws of God or man can touch you. At least, not until you sober up. Also, the Goat does two-for-ones on certain draft beers and everything in the well (including Wall Street) during happy hour, and I currently have a pocketful of the little wooden chits it hands out for free drinks -- enough to keep me drinking on the house for at least a couple of days.
But hey, that's just me. I now leave it to you, loyal readers, offer more suggestions below.