Address: 3641 Magazine St.

Is there such a thing as a female douchebag? A "douchebaguette" perhaps? If so, this is their hang. Male douches flock to this uptown lounge to position themselves within uncomfortable staring distance of well-heeled ladies who lunch, local television personalities with cake batter makeup, and tired broads spending their alimony checks trolling for a rich second husband (or easy lay). Marry that scene with cooler-than-thou bartenders and an aging proprietor who sports a hipster douche porn 'stache, and you have a symbiotic relationship of douchiness worthy of a poorly written Rihanna song.