Dive sports bars are great, but occasionally you're just not up for dart-throwing drunks, cigarette clouds, and sideways looks from guys pissed you're sitting in the seat of a dead regular they actually hated, but not nearly as much as you. For those times, hit Arena Tavern.
Arena's a 7k square foot, 450-seat sports palace, with dark-wood walls and tables, a marble-topped bar, 64 TVs rigged to 12 satellites, and a spacious outdoor patio with its own bar, fountain, and fireplace -- because sometimes when the Braves lose, you just want to cuddle. Grub starts with eight flavors of wings, fried Alabama catfish bites and "TNT" shrimp, then ramps up to entrees like freshwater trout, pot roast, house-smoked lobster tails, and the bacon-wrapped, 6oz "Megan Petite" filet; there're also athletically named burgers ("Joe Louis", w/ blue cheese & bacon) and sandwiches such as the oven-roasted, Texas-toasted "Open Faced Turkey", with gravy, mashed potatoes, cranberry jelly, and a barely comprehensible sprinkling of jive. The boozing's serious, with shots & cocktails (the Russian Quaalude; the Bocci Ball w/ vodka, oj, & amaretto), 55+ wines, a dozen bottled beers (gluten-free Red Bridge, Red Stripe, Becks), and 40+ drafts, including Drifter Pale Ale, Sugarloaf Lager, Satellite Lite, Kona Fire Rock, and the Belgian-style, 9.8% ABV Three Philosophers -- named after a painting of three sages gathered outside a cave, visibly wondering why nobody remembered to bring the beer.
As for specials, Arena serves ladies $5 martinis all day, every day, and gives 10% discounts to golfers who bring in their score cards -- prompting an infusion of old guys everyone hates, but who don't appear to be dying anytime soon.