2. Dick's Den

I found Dick's quite by mistake. I returned by choice. You don't go for the food -- there isn't any. Unless you count potato chips. You don't go for a sophisticated martini, unless you want it stirred. The motto appears to be "If you must shake it, we won't make it. The beer selection is wide, varied, and cheap, and the first two adjectives apply to the patrons as well. No, you go because it feels like a private club that you would want to belong to. St. Patrick's Day week used to feature a "marathon." It consisted not of a 26-mile run but one of only about 7 miles. Not challenging? The run was preceded by drinking two shots of Irish (natch) whiskey and a chaser and followed by a pitcher of beer. Winning time was measured by fasted running-drinking time…