Anyone who knows me knows that I'm more likely to go to a bar to whine than go to a wine bar. Most of my time is spent at dives bantering with blue-collar types, sipping on dirt-cheap brews. But sometimes even I like to chill somewhere classy and upscale, a place that actually requires me to put something on my feet other than flip-flops. So, in an attempt to meet some cool cats and classy dames, I went to Harrison's Wine Bar for a night of sexy music... More >>>