The man behind the downtown posh hotel's desk said he wasn't a concierge and refused to tell me names of local restaraunts. The valets, however, gave me a large list, and I picked a direction to walk in that sounded like it had the most choices. I came to Union Station, which, after quick and wet shopping around, was the best.

Union Station had a great variety of beers on tap, as well as dishes that look like they'd go best with a good porter. If I played my cards right, I could get caught for underage drinking and get tossed in the hoosegow until the early morning when I could catch a train. More probably, though, I would just enjoy a few drinks, have problems finding a good place to sleep, and eventually wake up in the afternoon after all the cheap trains had left. Oh well; it was an idea. Maybe I could come back to the bar, dejected, after the concert got out and I was stranded.

The meal was great and the waitress pointed me to a place where I might be able to escape the rain. However, I was indoors during the ninety minutes where the rain was the lightest, and I stepped outside just in time for the lightning to start.