Doobie’s Bar is a magical place. At first glance, it looks like any other dive bar in the city, but this cash-only spot in Fitler Square has some sort of weird power that turns any regular night into the kind you’ll be hearing different accounts of for the next month. Maybe it’s because of how perfectly retro it is without trying, or maybe it’s because, like Eric Foreman’s basement in That ’70s Show, it’s the only meeting point that makes sense no matter what kind of night you want to have. Regardless of who you come here with, you’ll either end your night arguing over whether “jilp” is a real word in Scrabble, or standing on a chair loudly singing the words to an AC/DC song from the jukebox.