A rainy night

A neighborhood bar that has not changed in any way that matters since the Replacements drank here in the eighties. Order a beer, slide into a booth, watch the windows fog. Stay an hour.

Ann Ahmed's Lao restaurant in the room that used to be Heyday. The room glows, the green-curry-and-coconut air does what no jacket can, the cocktails are built around the food. Worth the rain.

A speakeasy three blocks from Khâluna with an unmarked door on Lake Street. Live jazz on weekends, leather booths, low light, and the rain keeps the crowd manageable.

A 50-seat second-run cinema in a converted brick building. The popcorn is good, the projectionist cares, the rain on the way in becomes part of the night.