Like most good college students, we had a raucous four months studying abroad in Europe where we discovered nude beaches, smoking indoors and the "green fairy," absinthe. So when we heard about the Absinthe Lounge over on Lamar Street, we were skeptical. Since the real stuff is illegal in the States, the folks there have to brew up a watered-down version made from a less potent kind of wormwood. The drink itself has few, if any, redeeming qualities. It's expensive, it won't alter your consciousness, and it tastes horrible, unless you're really into extremely bitter black licorice. Why go, then? Because they have plush velveteen chairs, an incredibly attractive (and friendly) waitstaff and the best, most ignorable live lounge music this side of the Trinity.