The Pitcher: The beer at Main Street, microbrewed right there, is better than any I ever had in college, plus for six bucks a pitcher, it’s almost as cheap. The beer itself comes in just about every kind imaginable; stout, amber, nut brown, porter, what have you. They’ve even named different beers after sections of the city, which is convenient because you just might need some help getting home.

The Happiest Hour: During the week, if you need to take the edge off (and who doesn’t?), they have a massive happy hour that goes from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m., Monday through Friday. Also, there’s a Fantasy Football deal on Sundays (1 p.m.-9 p.m.) and Mondays (5 p.m.-Halftime). There’re all kinds of specials on food, from snow-crab legs (Sundays) to prime rib (Mondays). More importantly, you can get a pint of any Main Street brew for only $1.50. Also there are numerous tempting — but increasingly dangerous in terms of possible nudity — bourbon specials. What is wrong with these people? Why do they want to see me naked so badly? — Francis W.