You're never far from 12th and Lamar!

The Tavern has a special place for me personally because it was one of my main hangouts and I had a major crush on waitress Syliva. The guys that I hung out with at that time really only had one play in the playbook: beer at The Tavern until about 9:00, Mexican food at one of our spots, strip club to close the evening. Sounds like a rut but the folks and fun at Tavern kept if fresh.

BTW: Ever been locked in at a bar after the staff closed and left? I checked that box at good'ole 12th and Lamar.

Make mine a double with a Shiner. The CFS was good (and cheap) but the Stallion was one of those places that you just wanted to go to. The waitresses stuck in 50's, the kitchen off to the side belching cooking smoke out that vent that you had to drive by, upstairs bar, it was funky but good. N. Lamar was an interesting neighborhood at that time... We've lost a lot of Austin history there.

Wow. Low cover ($1), cheap beer ($1 pitchers), close to campus (lot's of coeds), and Double Trouble who seemed like they lived upstairs. It's Texas French Bread now... quite a transition.

Another legend. If your car could make the drive up the dirt road to get there you deserved all you got inside. Cobras, Savages, Double Trouble, lot's of hazards.

Everyone has a fond memory of the Lunch. There's LL without the roof, LL with the roof, etc. The Lunch brought Reggae to town before anyone knew it was cool. I saw many shows but a real standout was an early days "Rank and File" show... that and the time that that punk band threw bottles from the stage.

Who here remembers when topless bathing was commonplace at Barton Springs. Where has the rebellious nature (and tolerance of our population) gone to?

Ahhh... Jorge's off of Pleasant Valley. Loved the Margaritas. Loved the enchiladas. Loved the whole bohemian Tex-Mex experience.

Remember Jake's? They had a typical "beer joint" style menu but the fried oysters were the best... you just didn't want to watch them being dipped out of the bucket in which they were stored.

You could count on a celebrity sighting on any given night at Jake's. For some reason, Tom Kite and Ben Crenshaw seemed to frequent the place. Darrell Royal was also a regular.

When they announced the closing, I made it a point to visit one last time. I sat at the bar near the door, ordered up a fishbowl, drank it, and proceeded to the door, empty fishbowl in hand. I still have that massive piece of glass.