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The kitschy touches at Duke's begin right at the door, where a large hotel-style neon sign advertises color television and vacancy. You'll find both inside, where the crowd is strictly J. Crew and the nine big-screen TVs, usually tuned to this day in sports. The Southern-roadhouse décor mixes up the usual license plates, vintage advertising signs, old bottle caps and vinyl records with ceiling posters of Brigitte Bardot, Clint Eastwood, and KISS. At the bar’s end, glass coolers circulate pre-mixed margaritas, hurricanes, and spiked lemonade, the latter a stiff, tart combination of lemonade and Jack Daniel's. The menu in the back restaurant features barbeque and Southern comfort food (i.e., fried, cheesey, gooey, and fried, plus brunch), with several salads and even a kids' menu thrown in. The per-capita percentage of curved-bill baseball caps is frat-basement high, but overall the vibe is more Park Ave. than stars-n-bars. Even if it has all the authenticity of a new pair of pre-ripped jeans, Duke's is still a comfortable hangout, and hey, you can bring the kids. — Ethan Wolff