This week the Aleheads tackle that most omnipresent of conundrums: What is the finest venue for tom-sudsery, sophisticated quaffing, and, of course, plain ol’ American boozing in all the live long land? Or, more specifically, your land. We’ll poll our reader(s) daily on major cities across the U.S. of A, tally up the results at week’s end, and announce a winner. Let the results reflect a venue that a young Max Dupain might have visited for a fleeting taste of his Australian home… A place that might have appeared amongst the pages of Papa’s prose… A temple of gustatory excess where furry hobbits might have sung of green dragons… An Alehead alma mater. Let the great debate commence!
Spoiler alert! It’s The Hopleaf in Chicago, Illinois, but we’ll let you have your fun nevertheless.