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"  We&amp;#039;re in the elevator in the Atlanta Sheraton, and my friend says, &amp;quot;Meet you in the bar.&amp;quot; He points to a happy-hour menu on the wall: &amp;quot;Fandangles.&amp;quot; Fandangles? You&amp;#039;re a huge hotel conglomerate with thousands of smart people in your employ, and the best you&amp;#039;ve got is a combination of Fandango and Bojangles, both of which would be inexcusable bar names anyway?  The greatest day in a bar owner&amp;#039;s life must be the day he names it. And yet so many hotel bars are called something we can&amp;#039;t in good conscience invite someone to. The Indianapolis Embassy Suites: Whispers. The Tremont Park in Baltimore: Celebrities. The Midwest Hotel in Columbus: Bowties. If this weren&amp;#039;t a hotel, there&amp;#039;d be no problem. I walk past bars with horrible names like Kaleidoscopes and Marionettes and J. R. McGillicutty&amp;#039;s all the time. But because I&amp;#039;m sleeping here, a bargain has been struck. I won&amp;#039;t whine about the $6.50 Heinekens in exchange for the convenience of drinking at a respectable place in the same building as my bed. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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