No one goes to Buzzard Beach to behave. Kansas City's self-proclaimed five-star dive is known for its strong pours, the ubiquitous stench of stale beer, and a basement resembling the lower deck of a pirate ship (wooden stools, no windows, some guy vomiting in a trash can). Because the bar is teeming with reckless folks filled to the eyes with booze, it's ideal for catching some face time with a stranger. Whether your drunk ass wants to pound shots and make out on the patio or go on a bender and snap awake eight hours later in an unfamiliar bed, odds are you'll find someone who shares your intentions, and you won't have to play hookup roulette for long to identify your partner in irresponsibility.
