Nothing Beats the Heat like a Pina Colada the Size of your Head.
Every year about this time, I start frantically looking for new and improved ways to keep my core body temperature under 107. And I don't know about you, but my first-choice instruments are usually ice and alcohol. Fat Tuesday in downtown Tempe meets both of these requirements, and does it's best to live up to a Mardi Gras standard of debauchery. With more scantily-clad coeds, more swaggering frat guys, and more slushy, tropical-flavored alcohol concoctions than you can shake a strand of beads at, it's safe to say that the standard has been achieved. Boasting more than twenty-five potent (if you consider Everclear to be "potent", and you should) daiquiris on tap and a full bar to boot, Fat Tuesday has a little something for everyone. You'll want to eat before you stop by; food is only served on weekends, and the grain-alcohol infused "nuclear cherries" won't fill you up in a good way. The perfect dark, loud bar for a messy twenty-first birthday or a sure-thing hookup, at Fat Tuesday you can stay cool and stay cool at the same time.
