On a recent trip to my hometown of Cleveland, I ended up at Wine Bar with my very recently divorced 24 year old cousin. Keeping in mind that the only time I have ever seen him drink wine was champagne during the reception of his ill-advised wedding, I found our presence at a place named "Wine Bar" curious to say the least.
The patio/beer garden was charming, the bar was tasteful, and I was uncomfortable from the beginning.
"Why would you want to come here to get over your break-up? I was under the impression that you wanted to get semi-conscious drunk and pass out on the couch." I said
"Cougars." responds my cousin.
Well, that this bar has in spades. Nipped, tucked, and with ex-husband's credit card in hand, ladies in their 40s and 50s frequent this place in DROVES. If you're looking for your mom's friends to buy you drinks, this is the spot.