To walk into a brew pub at three in the afternoon to see a bar top the length of an old school stretch caddy full of men pounding snifters of the dark goodness was a sight on its own. But in the corner of this vivaciously decorated, although poorly lit for the daytime, location reside the true eye catchers of the afternoon. Sprightly situated are four lively lovelies consuming libations. These are the type of young women who would fit in better in one of those SoBe night clubs a few miles away on a late-night bender instead of sitting in the corner of a dive during this ungodly hour for some mid-day philandering… but who am I to judge? More power to ya ladies!