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Best Of 2012: Vintage Clothing Store
It's not been two years since Adam Leech's Pit moved to its current North Nevada Avenue location, closer to Colorado College and its throngs of post-ironic retro-chic hunters. Too close, perhaps — apparently Leech will be relocating again in the near future, as Colorado College doesn't intend to renew the lease on the property. It hasn't seemed to damage his confidence, though, as he notes that his store doesn't only sell clothes: "I would challenge anybody to an arm-wrestling contest who claims there's a better stock of vinyl in Colorado Springs." And Leech doesn't stop there. "I'd contend we've got Denver beat, too," he adds. "On a good day." — Wyatt Miller
Best Of 2013: Local Venue for Live Music
Perhaps it's just standard stage-speak, but it seems to me that touring acts who play the Black Sheep — and the Sheep excels at bringing them here, from Son Volt to Capital Cities to KRS-One — more often than not take a moment to say how much they've enjoyed visiting not only the Springs, but this particular all-ages, live-music venue. And as funky a sparse, brick-walled location as this is on Platte Avenue, there's something kind of magical about a place where the bands regularly drip as much sweat as their madly gyrating fans. Mad props to general manager Chris Huffine and his whole crew for their eighth consecutive Best Of award. — Kirsten Akens
Sometimes you just need to get your metal on without being around a throng of all-ages munchkins getting all hormonal. Much better, then, to watch a bunch of adults get all hormonal, lubricated in this case by free body shots for the women and hours of wholesome entertainment for those who just like to watch.
Happy hour: Daily, 11 a.m. to 7 p.m.
The goods: Half-off wells, wine and drafts; $1 off all other drinks
Favorite pour: "Our Train Wreck. There's eight different liquors and it tastes like fruit punch."
If you're looking for a place to get your metal on without hordes of underage vermin trying to swig your drink while your back is turned Union Station is just like your own little Cheers. Except that instead of that creepy postman, they have free body shots. But just for the ladies. Frat-boy gets to watch.