you know you've found a good bar when you're equally comfortable going in alone and introducing friends to it without feeling like a total sleaze. hence my fondness for the atlanta:buckhead location of the irish pub fado, where i stopped tuesday night on the out-of-the-way back from dinner.

my sense walking past some of the other joints in the district is that they have one thing on tap: five-dollar sensuality. for my money, i'll have a guinness, and let the relation develop over, not through, the beer. (a moment of clarity which seems to have stuck)