Divey. Diverse (and I mean diverse) group of people. From the first time I was in this place and someone was carrying a skillet on a backpack to this most recent time when I am pretty sure a meth head stole the glass from my table, you never know what you will find at the Paradise.
I would have it no other way.
Just about every other bar in Madison is where the college kids go to learn to drink; Paradise is where the professionals ply their trade. The staff is friendly and entertaining, especially if a geezer gets way too specific about his Diet Pepsi order. In the short time I was there on a Sunday afternoon, I saw another old-timer nearly fall asleep over his Budweiser and had a middle-aged guy tell me his own "big city" story, which amounted to "the one time Kanye West was on my flight." The juke provided a welcomed relief from 'Now That's What I Call Music 49'. I didn't have time to eat but the food that came past my post at the end of the bar smelled delicious. I can't think of a reason not to return.
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