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Drinking at My Dad's Bar feels a little like apprehensively sipping stolen wine coolers in your parent's basement -- but the drinks here are actually good. Between the mismatched chairs scattered around formica tabletops, the vintage beer signage, and the old-world collection of tabletop lamps, it's hard to ignore feeling like you've schemed your way into having friends over while your folks are on vacation -- but no one is crying or throwing up. This time around, you can classily sip on a Old Fashioned while flipping through jukebox tracks or chatting someone up on one of the plush couches. The beer-and-shot deal is a crowd favorite, musicians perform live in the backyard in the warmer months, and best of all, no one will ground you.

My Dad's Bar Detroit
Detroit

My Dad's Bar

Jeff Waraniak

Drinking at My Dad's Bar feels a little like apprehensively sipping stolen wine coolers in your parent's basement -- but the drinks here are actually good. Between the mismatched chairs scattered around formica tabletops, the vintage beer signage, and the old-world collection of tabletop lamps, it's hard to ignore feeling like you've schemed your way into having friends over while your folks are on vacation -- but no one is crying or throwing up. This time around, you can classily sip on a Old Fashioned while flipping through jukebox tracks or chatting someone up on one of the plush couches. The beer-and-shot deal is a crowd favorite, musicians perform live in the backyard in the warmer months, and best of all, no one will ground you.