At 10:25 p.m. on a recent Wednesday, Matt, a tall bartender with a dark, short-cropped beard, walks perfunctorily toward the dock in front of the Downtowner Saloon (408 S. Andrews Ave., Fort Lauderdale), unhooking his belt and opening his fly. A crowd of ten locals -- Night Court included -- who are pissing their lives away at this riverside institution gets up and follows. We unbutton our pants, then stand at attention with an aura of innocence as... More >>>