1804 West 39th Street | 816-753-9800
Sometimes you want to go where nobody knows your name. Except for the bartenders, of course, who are always glad you came. D.B. Cooper's is that happy, dark place where you're free to be yourself and forget the day's troubles. It's a safe place, with booze — the cubbyhole to take a break from everything and everyone. There are no castes at Cooper's, and no expectations. You want to play Divinyls' "I Touch Myself" on the jukebox and sing along from your booth? Do it. Want to sit in solitude and drink through your problems? Grab a swivel chair, friend. Care to dance wildly during Wednesday-night karaoke? You're not alone. Old men with gin-soaked mustaches, professional guys in ties, and doctors and nurses from nearby KU Medical Center all revel in this atmosphere and the $5 pitchers of PBR and Schlitz. At 1:30 a.m., you have to say goodbye to your new friends. Don't fret. The respite reopens at 6 a.m.