Big Joe’s

There’s nothing particularly inventive about this corner tap, both levels of which are usually inhabited by your run-of-the-mill, shaggy-haired, middle-aged whiskey sippers—nothing, that is, unless you’re here on a Friday night. That’s when the place fills up with a mix of yuppies, hipsters and everybody in between for a few friendly rounds of turtle racing. (Sounds like a euphemism, we know, but we assure you it’s not.)