Hearty, delicious pork-based food? Wonderful imported beer? Waitresses in costume? Locals celebrating anniversaries and retirements and offering cake? Regulars at the bar? Bewildered yuppies in the booths? A midnight sing-a-long of traditional German songs? Delightful quirkiness?
I go to the Dakota Inn Rathskeller whenever I can, often bringing Detroit's detractors. People always leave a little bit in love with the city. Nothing in suburbs is this cool. Nothing anywhere is this cool.