Bacardi at the Park

If the creators of Jersey Shore ever want to make a Bridgeport spin-off, this place would be the venue for the casting call. Most of the crowd at this massive product-placement project adjacent to the Cell (no ticket required) is made up of testosterone-packed twentysomethings hiding Ed Hardy tees under Sox hoodies. Take a cue from the name and stick to the rum-based cocktails—the mojito is overly sweet, but it’s better than the mix-quality ’rita.