People at midtown watering hole D.B. Coopers (1804 West 39th Street, 816-753-9800) drink like its their job. The bar is named after the mysterious man who, in 1971, hijacked a Boeing 727, collected 200 Gs in ransom and parachuted somewhere over the southern Cascades, never to be seen again.
The comfy, wood-paneled dive is open from 6 a.m. to 1 a.m. six days a week, and if youre puttin in that many hours of drankin time, cirrhosis might just hijack your liver.
But theres more than booze at Coopers, including pool and keno and karaoke on Wednesdays. Hosted by the sweet-as-a-peach-Bellini Miss Rhonda, the singing night typically attracts barflies ready to mumble through Waylon Jennings, theater geeks ruining Total Eclipse of the Heart and local karaoke stars owning Sinatra without leaving their bar stools. Theres no cover; the warbling starts around 9 and usually wraps up around midnight.
Wednesdays, 9 p.m., 2009