Damn the Weather, a comely brick-walled cave carved out of a century-old building, is just the sort of place you’d want to hunker down during a deluge.
Park at the bar and order up sublime chicken-fat fries that taste like they’ve been dredged in the pan-drippings of a roast bird. No backless metal bar stools here. The vinyl-upholstered, high-backed swivel chairs may be the comfiest bar seats in town, and the bartenders put on a good show.
