Because all races are created equal (even if barbarian mages can use two-handed weapons and cast conjuration spells in the same turn), there's the Derby, a horse racing-heavy sports bar outfitted with a floor replicating the paddock at Churchill Downs, and showing love to other kinds of derbies with touches like a pair of soap box racers hanging from the ceiling. Hey, suds do make for awesome hangovers.
The menu's deep on southern flavor, with starters like bourbon-infused 'n bacon-wrapped jalapeno hush puppies, nachos served up Frito Pie-syle, and braised tenderloin-topped pork johnny cakes, both Vito Spatafore's favorite breakfast and post-breakfast activity.
Main attractions include open-face Kentucky Hot Browns (ham, turkey, and bacon w/ smoked Gouda Mornay sauce & roasted tomatoes), catfish tacos w/ jalapeno onion slaw, and bourbon sweet 'n sour cornmeal-crusted pork chops over hash browns, also the only explanation for how Charlie would decide to opt for that crappy little Christmas tree.
The 24 draft beers get additional assistance from crushed-ice mint juleps and other race-ready cocktails like the Arlington (rye whiskey w/ maple, grapefruit juice, and syrup-soaked cherries), and they'll also be selling Pinewood Derby cars at the bar for the occasional hard-fought race, though anyone who's ever attacked a barbarian mage with a high elf knows what the hardest-fought race is.