I get it. You're finally legally able to imbibe Brother Booze without all that The Man getting up in your grill. It's pretty much the last hurdle you clear into adulthood (Renting a car at age 25 just doesn't have that same oomph, you know?). The question is, now where will you go to declare to the world that you are now old enough to pour delicious poison down your throat?
Well, it's been a fair few years since I turned 21, but I did reach out to a coterie of young hot nursing students for their suggestions on making the most of their 21st birthdays at the bars in the city. Here's what we came up with.