Less ivory-tickling, more rail liquor
Blink and you missed the mega truncated rise and fall of Howl At The Moon, the Warehouse District piano bar in the former Rosen's/ District space. Blink again, and you missed the space transforming into an unabashed, unapologetic party bar with pool tables, an actually decent stable of taps, and killer drink specials too numerous to count... especially after killer drink specials.