A toss up between Buzz on Saturday nights and Avalon on Sundays. If you've got the bod, doff the shirt and work up a sweat with the hotties on the dance floor. Slink over to the bar, grab a Tanqueray and tonic, and savor the eye candy. You won't be alone for long. The Regattabar occasionally offers avant-garde performers like Don Byron or Michael Marcus, but no one would ever confuse it with New York's Knitting Factory.
New shows are in the works for the fall.
It may be wishful thinking, but we're calling this a trend. Sadly, the rediscovery of the cocktail culture has perverted the once noble activity of drinking, reducing it to a runway show for an unfortunate breed of baseball cap-sporting frat rats, who choke on cigars, while wincing through martinis. The lounge at Frank's Steak House, in North Cambridge, is sufficiently off the beaten path to attract the fully grown who really enjoy the basics-conviviality, entertainment, and, of course, booze. The movies are all a little offbeat-no Jurassic Park here. Instead, you'll find the independent film you read about in the Sunday New York Times and thought you'd never get to see.