In a crazy, over-populated city like Santiago, it’s easy to get lost in the crowd, especially when venturing out to a bar to drink your cares away. But for the ‘post-Uni’ crowd, some of us have settled down in our wild ways and certainly our taste buds have grown up a little more alongside us. No more sucking back multiple mysteriously, unnaturally blue-colored drinks with copious pieces of fruit and flexi-straws sticking out of them. We’ve outgrown the need to wait in long lines, pay cover charges then be packed in a room like cattle where we remain unseen or unheard by all we came with. Some of us just want a place where we can get a good solid beer; no mystery, just a real, classic, hoppy beer. And as cliché as it might sound, none can deny the warm, fuzzy feeling that this next one provides, that we really do just want a bar where everybody knows your name (bartender especially).