The Hotel Phillips | 106 West 12th Street | hotelphillips.com
When does happy hour end at 12 Baltimore, the dark-wood and marble bar at the foot of the Hotel Phillips? No idea. We're not going to lie to you: Most of the days that we drink here after work, we're either gin-dizzy and unable to read by 5:15 or we're out the door at 5:20. See, it's all in the arrival, which must be timed to the second in order to take advantage of 12 Baltimore's happy-hour-within-a-happy-hour special, a 15-minute block when this model of Art Deco sexiness (we like to watch the hotel's artist in residence, Trey Bryan, do his thing) blows its prices down to sports-bar-shooters territory. So, at 5 on the nose, sit down; 5:02, order a dollar draw; 5:05, trade the empty glass (one drink at a time, the house says) for a $2 well. Urp. Tick, tick, tick. Here's your bourbon — 5:07. Why are you sipping? Go! Now it's 5:11, and the whole night depends on how much of that five-spot you commit in the next ... three and a half minutes. Tick, tick, tick. Aw, hell, let's stick around and put the rest of the hour on the debit card.