
At the Galway Arms, on Clark Street, near Fullerton...great Irish food, great beer, beautiful raven haired waitress with whom I flirted insanely.

At the Hungry Brain! Great jazz, cheap drinks (a Guiness, a Sierra Nevada and a bourbon all for $12!).

At the famous Billy Goat Tavern, both a tourist trap and a journalists' bar; inspired the classic 1970's Saturday night live skit, with Dan Ackroyd yelling "Cheesborger, Cheeseborger, Cheeseborger." Or was it John Belushi.

My Traveling Buddy on New Year's Eve.
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