Many of cinema’s best scenes have been set against a backdrop of bars and some of these bars have become spots we dream of visiting for a great time. If the bar was real, you have no doubt it’ll be your favourite one.
In the spirit of Act Happy Week, here are the top five fictional bars we wish we could visit to relive moments witnessed in film, or just get a couple of drinks and chill:
Rick’s Café Americain
It could be impossible without the romance between Rick and IIsa or without the threat of Gestapo bursting in at any time, but since the classic Casablanca (1942) came out, many bars in the world have tried to recreate Cafe Americain’s aura. While they try, some of us would just like to be there with friends and lovers, having a glass of Champagne while we enjoy a live band.
Jack Rabbit Slim’s
The most memorable bit in Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction (1994) is probably the entire scene at this dancing diner. Jack Rabbit Slim’s is so loved that it gained honourary dive-bar status and inspires whole warehouses of fancy-dress costumes. We don’t know about you, but we’d definitely love to get a $5 milkshake in there surrounded by people mimicking suave caricatures of the most popular celebrities on the planet.
The Prancing Pony
In the first installment of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, our hobbits from The Shire found themselves hiding out at The Prancing Pony and drew too much attention to their wasted, loud selves, forcing the husky hand of Aragorn who came to their rescue on that rainy day. The action-packed scene is enough to inspire the desire to sit at this bar and have a few pints of ale.
The Gold Room at the Overlook Hotel
In cult classic The Shining (1980), this bar features briefly, but sticks. The Gold Room doesn’t charge for drinks! Not a lot is better than that today! Plus, it has an excellent bartender in Lloyd who we’d love to get chummy with, much like Nicholson’s character Jack Torrance did in the film. A glass of Jack Daniel’s, anyone?
A shot of Schnapps at Basement Taverna is all we ask. This bar hosted a seminal point in Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds and though this scene ended abysmally, we’d all love to play a version of the drinking game where we stick a name on a card to our forehead and try to guess who is written on it at a bar in a basement.