The Blind Lemon is the bar equivalent to a cable-knit sweater. It’s classic, cozy, and perfect for a cold winter night. The atmosphere is best describe as adult Narnia. I’m not entirely convinced we don’t enter through a cupboard, only to be transported to a magical world where trinkets line the walls and drinks are served with slices of butter on top. Butter, people. Nights when it’s crowded with people and coats and scarves and there is a guitarist singing lowly in the corner cannot be beat.