If you judged every book by its cover, you’d be wrong about Art Bar, an establishment whose artfulness feels more incidental than purposeful. A jukebox punctuates the con-versation with mostly rock tunes; nondescript art hangs off red brick; chandeliers twinkle overhead. Couples, small groups, and bohemian creative types lounge side-by-side in curved booths and antique furniture in the bar’s back room, while a working fireplace adds rustic charm. Solid, standard American fare—chicken fingers, burgers, salads—offer as much comfort as their noteworthy martinis (Raspberry Drop Martini, Chocolate Martini—yum). Talk romance, talk metaphysical, or don’t talk at all: Art Bar’s cozy ambi-ance allows you to do just that.