It's 11 o'clock on Friday night. DJ Joe is playing the Bee Gees, the Supremes, or the Wallflowers. J.T. and Burly are twisting open Buds by the case for the people three deep along the bar. The twenty and thirty-somethings are dancing and eyeing and talking shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip from the front door to the bathrooms in the back.
This is the Post Bar.