I just can’t get enough of Thin Man Tavern.
If only Thin Man Tavern were an actual man (as opposed to a quirky neighborhood bar located on 17th and Race Street), I think I would be in love with him. He would be foreign (Spanish, most likely) and I would find him sitting alone, brooding over the state of society while writing a piece for the Daily Worker. He would seem intimidating at first, as though he would be disinterested in my insignificant hobbies that have nothing to do with changing the world, but once I approached him he would smile a warm and familiar grin, flick his cigarette to the side and welcome me to throw back some cold ones and share in some laughs. He would be an inclusive, easy-going intellectual who lived for dizzy nights of strangers and shenanigans, while longing to make memories he could “wow” people with for decades.
Yeah.
That is Thin Man.

Nevertheless; this bar is worth the hassle of the crowds, especially since the crowds are made up of mostly happy, friendly patrons who frequent the scene. If you are looking to meet people, Thin Man needs to be one of your stops. Whether you are looking to make some new friends or searching for a soul mate, Thin Man’s gathering has all types. This bar is non-discriminant and attracts many different people, from starving artists and ruminating intellectuals to style-conscious professionals and fun-loving partyers.
Now most importantly, the drinks.

