A bar is an establishment where alcoholic beverages are sold to be drunk on premises. It can be either an independent business or a section of a restaurant or hotel.
Alternatively, "bar" can refer to the specialized counter on which the drinks are served, and it is from this term that the establishment itself as a whole gets its name. Also, the "back bar" is a (sometimes ornate) set of shelves of glasses and bottles behind that counter.
In some parts of the United States, the term "bar" suggests an emphasis on hard liquor. In some parts of the country, this is actually a legal distinction: in Washington and Oregon, a tavern is restricted to beer, wine, and hard cider, but a "bar" has a full liquor license.
In the UK 'bar' is usually short for 'Wine Bar' where as the name suggests mainly wine is sold and drunk.
In Australia, traditionally the 'public bar' (hence pub) was where men drank, while the 'lounge bar' was where women drank. This is rarely the case in the 21st century, with many 'lounge bars' being converted into gaming rooms for pokies.
Bars range from down-and-dirty "dives," little more than a dark room with a counter and some bottles of liquor, to places of entertainment and the elegant watering holes of the elite.
Sportsbars may seem to be a dime a dozen these days, with one on every corner boasting a large screen or flat screen or plasma television.
Some sportsbars around the country have discovered a way to tackle the dilemma of conquering their competition and are getting even more extreme by hosting live sports.
The bar’s staff also hosts a guest bartender night every Friday during the summer called “War of the Shores,” during which patrons are divided into two houses, each with their own bartender and each house encouraged to bring in all their friends.
A mecca for sports fans, the Bayside SportsBar boasts a whopping 38 TV screens on which you can watch any sport, though it feels as if the three American biggies -- football, baseball and basketball -- are the main attractions here.
The food is especially decent for a sportsbar (there's a lobster special on Sunday, and the clam chowder is very good), though there's no truth to the rumor that if you try to pick up the "Bill Buckner" (the club sandwich), you will drop the damn thing.
In a way, Knuckles can be classified as a tourist sportsbar, set up for those who've just eaten a crab cocktail on the Wharf and are plunking down their bags stuffed with souvenir T-shirts and sweatshirts for the folks back home.