"Every city needs a reputable dive bar stocked with brown liquor, crusty locals, and a bathroom that’s seen better days. For Houston, that’s Poison Girl. Folks squeeze back and forth through the dark, narrow bar every night with zero respect for or expectation of personal space. Most people are just bar hopping up and down Westheimer. Some know of Poison Girl’s legendary bourbon selection, some exist solely as Montrose caricatures ordering rounds of Lone Star, and some don’t know how they ended up there in the first place. But everyone revels in the backyard patio atmosphere all the same. photo credit: Quit Nguyen photo credit: Quit Nguyen photo credit: Quit Nguyen photo credit: Quit Nguyen photo credit: Quit Nguyen" - Chelsea Thomas
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