There's nothing sadder than feigning small talk with a bartender in an empty, cavernous saloon. If there are more flatscreen Samsungs than people drinking, close your tab and move on to the next one. Chilling in a desolate bar is like kicking it in your living room, only you don't get control of the remote and they charge you $6 for a Corona Extra. Thanks but no thanks; we'd rather lounge in our sweatpants.