Imagine a watering hole run by English teachers: You’re forbidden to say the word actually at Bar East. There’s actually a sign. (Damn. Sorry.) Otherwise, relax. Bartenders who quickly learn your name pull from eight well-chosen beers on tap, plus there are two pool tables to occupy you. The jukebox is supplanted by live rock bands on the weekends. There’s also a private room in the basement that can be booked free of charge.