Whisky Bar

You Bring the Jack.

"Maybe you'd like a burger with that shake!" hollers DJ Hubba Hubba on a bustling Thursday night at downtown's Whisky Bar. It's not clear who he's speaking to—the dolled-up rockabilly girl who just hugged him or the gaggle of well-heeled women sharing a section with some patrons who likely remember rock and roll's early days. DJ Lance Rock, who spins "rock, punk, metal, and whatever" on weekend nights, just finished a set and gives me the lowdown on the three-year-old bar's adjoining cafe. Recently expanded from serving hot dogs and pizza, the Whisky Pig now offers beef brisket brined in Jameson, chicken thighs in Maker's marinade, BBQ ribs in Wild Turkey—even a Rice Krispie treat in Canadian Club frosting. The square bar is surrounded by paintings of lingerie-clad women on bikes or loading guns; the lone pool table's commanded all night. Whether you've dropped in after a Moore Theatre show or come for a listening party (next one: Isis on Oct. 30) or the Wednesday-night jazz ensemble, just don't order a "foofy" drink. You know how they do it— nice and neat. RACHEL SHIMP

 
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