Address: 3236 Magazine St.
As beer lovers, it was a tough call to lump the Bulldog into this group, but the great beer selection and decent bar food can't overcome the crowd, who are now getting their douche on at not one, but two different locations. Take off-duty cops, wealthy rednecks, and creepy former college football players still mistaking their past glory for their present life of hollow hubris. Throw in packs of hungry maneaters rocking their best (or should we say, worst) BeBe ensemble with cheap heels, and the persona barometer is firmly in the red. As one tool recently said when asked why he goes there: "High heels and low self esteemâ€”my kinda girls." This is probably why some people don't believe in evolution.