Whatever you may order, there's no such thing as drinking alone here. Soon, two men sat next to us and struck up a conversation, claiming they, themselves, had only just escaped some curiously aggressive women further down the bar. This didn't stop other men from strolling up to try their luck — most memorably, a septuagenarian who said he was in town from New York, looking into bringing the Big Apple Circus to Philly. (It has no wild animals, he assured me, only horses and dogs. "So it's a dog and pony show?" I asked, to his annoyance.)