For a catchy theme, some bar owners evoke tiki Polynesia, disco 70s, or even (?) 90s -- but what about that special spot where the bartenders' preferred customer is either a bail bondsman or another bartender? Live that dream, at Whiskey Tavern. A no-BS respite envisioned by the chronically distilled brothers behind Whiskey Town and their partner Rob Magill, Whiskey Tavern's a dusky, four-flat-screened...tavern, lodged in a Chinatown space that's housed bars continuously since the mid-40s -- when regulars made puns about "the Invasion of Bourbondy", and other regulars cackled despite not quite getting it. Unlike tapless, cans-only 'Town, Tavern's hoochstrapping itself w/ bottles and draughts (Smithwick, Guinness, Blue Moon, etc), while retaining an idiosyncratic, brown-heavy liquor selection: Buffalo Trace, Michter's, and other established boutique brands, plus rotating obscurity which, if proven unpopular, the owners nobly claim they'll dispose of themselves. Because people who call bars home often hurt themselves with forks, Tavern makes a point of serving only no-cutlery fare like wings, poppers, burgers, and egg & cheese sandwiches, plus a dessert selection limited to two: Hostess Cupcake, and the other Hostess Cupcake. Tavern'll rock the occasional DJ night, serve Sat/Sun brunch, and during warm weather open a pretty sweet back patio. If you become a regular, they'll celebrate your birthday by presenting you a giant sculpture of the male anatomy with a lit sparkler strapped to it. So, still, living the dream.