The Page

It’s not uncommon to lose track of time at the Page, where hanging lanterns cast a red-tinged glow and oil paintings take the place of TVs. Though the floors may be sticky and the décor might best be described as “grandpa’s study,” it’s hard to deny this spot’s throwback allure. (“Like a lot of us, the Page takes a while to get dressed and looks better in dim light,” the bar’s owner admits, of the unusually late 5pm opening.) You’ll find 22 beers on tap—plus, more obscure offerings by the bottle—and a generous pour of the “whiskey of the month” (typically, something obscure from Canada) for $5. The roomy, red upholstered seats lining the bar fill fast, so latecomers congregate in the book-lined back room to play foosball or pool.