In the wintertime especially, the Zoo has a special, moist, and slightly clammy Seattle-bar embrace—a big room with high ceilings and smoke-cured timbers that glow faintly with age, nostalgia, and the benign, respectful indifference of a quality old-timers' bar. It's a heavenly place to laze through the first Sunday of a new decade: drink a little whiskey, play a little pool, linger over a long novel. Or bring a friend you haven't seen in a while and discuss the year that was and the year that is to come. (Eastlake Zoo, 2301 Eastlake Ave E, 329-3277. 2 pm–2 am, 21+.)