Whither gentlemen’s pubs in Motor City ‘burbs?
by Brian Wright and John Worster

Hey John Boy,

I thought of you last night as I was heading home from golf. The gang had holed up briefly at Baker’s on Milford Road, a decent venue, but I wasn’t done. Had this urge to find a decent martini bar, one without valet parking and charging $10 for the privilege of pouring you a special one. (There’s one in Novi, I think. But, nah, no way I can afford that, besides I didn’t feel presentable in the Hawaiian shirt.) Continue reading →