LFKisawelcoming wateringhole,wheth- eryou’reincompany orflyingsolo. Portland after dark N o v e m b e r 2 0 1 7 2 9 meaghaN maurice Party of One What ever happened to the lost pleasure of drinking alone? olivia kostishevskaya Gunn Monday Nights Wine & Bites at Lolita Though a Google search reaps alarming WebMD articles on the matter, should there real- ly be any shame in drinking alone? It’s 2017, people. If Humphrey Bog- art pulled it off in 1942, we must be capable of handling the lone nightcap with some level of class. I’m not talking stumbling out of Matthews at midnight on a Tuesday. There are a number of bars in town where one can go to think over a drink and not be pitied, or worse, chatted up repeatedly. In a time when it’s hard to say any of us is ever truly alone, a drink or two without compa- ny, or even Siri, could be more therapeutic than you think. solo artist Push open the door to LFK at 5 p.m. on any given day and you’ll find many at the bar seated one-by-one. Located at the corner of State and Pine Streets, this literary haven welcomes those needing a moment alone with their drink. Henry Wadsworth Long- fellow looms above as guardian to those quiet thinkers. Come early evening, regu- lars fill their long-chosen bar stools to nurse a beer and mull over the day’s events. Even with a packed bar, LFK offers a welcoming local hub for newcomers or those needing a night away from the typical Old Port crowd. While you may not catch a name, you’re sure to catch a conversation.