Once The Painted Bench, now The Dish--'The' never changed. With spunky bartenders that will know your drink as your name and a half price "you call it" drink special (some exceptions apply), there is almost nowhere that has a better dollar for quality deal along the Mile High bar crawl.

Not a place to necessarily get the groove on with the ladies, but a spectacular place to eat truffle fries and hunt down some of those internal memories that have been dying to be drowned in a vodka martini with a lemon twist. Keep this place in mind as a great start to finding yourself five bars down the road, sprawled out, naked, and being spanked by a giant teddy bear named Earl. Small addendum: One of the spunky bartenders is now gone. Alas she will be sorely missed. Papa Sobriety