Growing up we always dreamed of getting to join the 27-club, but sadly didn't manage to reach Hendrix, Cobain, Joplin, Morrison or even Kristan Pfaff levels of fame in time to get our membership card – retiring our wood-flute for good not long after our 28th birthday. All joking aside, there is something a bit morbid about naming a pub after the age famous musicians have a knack for overdosing, but we suppose that there's also something very Beirut about it. The popular Badaro spot itself is a comfortable enough place to drink the night away, and they've also got Lebanon's 961 craft beer on draught, which is a huge plus. Just remember to drink responsibly and take a taxi home.
