I Love the Seventies
Love them or hate them, concept bars—watering holes that serve up a gimmick with that shot and a beer—just keep on coming. The latest example, and my new favorite, is the Reagle Beagle, located on Grand just off the Mag Mile. If the bar’s name doesn’t resonate with you, then you were either born after the mid-eighties or never had an affinity for Chrissy Snow’s ample assets (hello, Three’s Company). Who hasn’t wanted to hang out at the Beagle with Jack Tripper and his rotating cast of sexy co-stars?

