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| - Sir Winston Churchill Pub attracts a pretty young, mostly college-aged, somewhat-international, certainly-touristy type of crowd. So, just by getting a good stereotypical read on the level of responsibility each of these sub-groups possesses, you can pretty much guarantee this place is a Goddamn party. That, and it's named after one of the most famous, most unapologetic drunks in world leader history.
Anyway, upon entering, we were tasked with a choice of live band upstairs or DJ downstairs. We went the DJ route and I've gotta believe we made the right decision, because whoever was on the turntables was pretty much killin' it. Even if the playlist that night was mostly Top 40 hits mixed with a bit of house, he read the room right to get everyone out on the dance floor and making sufficient fools of themselves. I'm tellin' you, I haven't seen this many people grindin' up on one another since my teenage years at the Jersey Shore. Those were special times.
Next, every bartender here is a ten. I think the guys in my entourage drooled over these girls more than the ones dancing for money at various gentlemen's clubs around town. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
There was a VIP section of sorts, with ice buckets for bottles built right into the tables, but this was mostly a place for moving around, so only a group or two of bros opted for that whole sparkler service ordeal. For us, we called it as we saw it - one of those dancing-and-drinking hot spots disguised as an English pub. And because it has the real estate (not to mention the outdoor patio), I imagine this place to be a big hit on holidays, be it Halloween or St. Patty's or some random Spring Break. Crescent was built for shit-shows and Sir Winston's certainly isn't lookin' to break this expectation.
I honestly couldn't tell you how much drinks cost here, which should speak to how good of a time I had simply by the fact that I signed my tab without scrutiny. Really, whatever the cost, Sir Winston's was worth it.
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