They stick them on products, yet turn off the scanners at the door because of false positives from legitimate customers with tags poorly disabled at the checkout. The only bona fide use that works I've seen is Oyster cards, and that's because you deliberately swipe them close to the scanner. On the whole, I don't understand why they've become widely used.
How's about the moloko bar from A Clockwork Orange? It always seemed completely surreal to me, as did the rest of the story. Real horrorshow, me droogies.
Looks like strong feelings about the elimination of the White Hart, the Draco Tavern, and Quark's.
I got a t-shirt at Worldcon years ago that says "QUARK'S" in the "Cheers" font, and underneath it says "Sometimes you want to go where every being knows your name."
@phoghat: I love Callahan's too. The stories are so funny and yet touching. I was gonna have to hurt someone if it wasn't listed here. It's the fictional bar I've always wished were real.
Arthur Cover here. This is just off the top of my head, but Lord Dunsany's Jorkens character was always telling stories at a club. Then there's deCamp and Pratt's Tales from Gavagan's Bar. My favorite though is the bar that exists outside the boundaries of time and space in Fritz Leiber's The Big Time. Then there's the bar where the two old geezers tell the tale of whatever in Pel Torro's fascinating, shimmering, brilliant, classic (not) Galaxy 666. All these bars are the ancestors of most of the ones you talk about.
Making your way in the galaxy today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from Uncle Owen, sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your droids,
and afraid of your lightsabre skills.
You wanna be where you can see,
Smugglers aren't all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your droids.
I'm glad to see you didn't include Ten Forward. That place was a real snooze-fest. The only thing missing was some guy in a polyester tuxedo, playing a piano & singing half drunk between slinging insults at the patrons for not tipping him sufficiently...
@TonyRockyHorror: That I definitely will do... I really have to find out what happens to Marid--I really felt for the guy at the end of that book; and just kept thinking over and over that he shouldn't have chipped in that last daddy. Oh well...
umm who wouldn't want to hang out at the White Hart after a grueling shift in the salt mines.
It's one of Arthur C. Clark's lesser known short story collections. Every one is told like you're hearing it from that regular retiree at the bar who comes in every day seeking nothing more than a bit of drink and company.
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How's about the moloko bar from A Clockwork Orange? It always seemed completely surreal to me, as did the rest of the story. Real horrorshow, me droogies.
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For the, um...*ahem* very talented bartender. Yes. _
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I got a t-shirt at Worldcon years ago that says "QUARK'S" in the "Cheers" font, and underneath it says "Sometimes you want to go where every being knows your name."
MORN!
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Always wanted to meet the crowd in there--and not just for Punday nights.
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D listers all.
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Shouldn't that at least also say, "scum and villany"? (It is a wretched hive of them after all!)
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On a less picky note, glad to see Callahan's made the list. :)
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Taking a break from Uncle Owen, sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your droids,
and afraid of your lightsabre skills.
You wanna be where you can see,
Smugglers aren't all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your droids.
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He was in the holodeck
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Chiri's club from Effinger's Mahrid Audran series.
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Do read the next two books as well!
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The Draco is second only to Callahan's
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It's one of Arthur C. Clark's lesser known short story collections. Every one is told like you're hearing it from that regular retiree at the bar who comes in every day seeking nothing more than a bit of drink and company.