There was a period in the summer of 2013 when one Mercury employee swore by Magic Gardens' club sandwich, and frequently took his lunches at the Gardens' long, dank bar. It made sense. In a city riddled with divey strip clubs, Magic Gardens feels, more than any other, like a dive bar that just happens to have strippers. Go for cheap whiskey, for an apparently tasty sandwich, for the aging lady behind the bar to ask if you had a nice Valentine's Day—any of the reasons you'd go to the dive around the corner from your house. Regardless of your motives, though, don't forget to tip the women working on the stage. It's a goddamn strip club, after all. DIRK VANDERHART
Friendly Chinatown strip club with a large selection of bar-style food something different is on special every day for a mere five bones.