I’ve been wanting to check out Williamsburg bar Good Co. since word spread to my Midwestern ears that they had one of the flyover states’ favorite past times, Cornhole (note: I did NOT say cow tipping, thankyouverymuch). Fortunately when I finally visited I found many other reasons to return: cocktails

At first I wasn’t really sure how I would find/like a bar purposely calling itself “Nameless,” but fortunately both things turned out better than expected. That had a lot to do with the number 4. 4 is how many dollars the bar charges for a Tecate with fresh lime juice.

As we wait with anticipation for the seemingly never-ending rain to stop, and reminisce about the 80 degree weather, here are a couple of bars to keep in mind for when things get back to normal.  I didn’t mention Union pool because I’m pretty sure everyone knows about that amazing