Todd V. Wolfson
Black & Tan (top); Rusty Spurs
It's about time we gave the masses a new direction to stumble. Seventh Street. The new Sixth. On one hand, we have Black & Tan. Ask a hipster, and you may hear it called "the new Beauty Bar." Oy. Ask the owners about it, and they just want to play good music and find the best DJs in town and definitely aren't about "starting a scene" but rather "just having a good time." Brilliant. Right next door is a vastly different format, Rusty Spurs. While B&T is sleek and loungy, RS is like Midnight Cowboy meets Elton John meets a mess of gay country & western dancers who are serious about their two-step. And their belt-buckle collections. The kind of place with peanut shells on the floor and a tip jar that's a boot.
