I found Smith’s Olde Bar in Atlanta because of wizards, spaceships, and some freaky Manga stuff that I’ve long ago resigned myself to never quite understanding.
Trust me, this will get back to pre- and post-football festivities eventually.
My wife is the editor of a small but well-thought-of (my initial draft said “well thought of” but she used her editing powers and hyphenated it—handy) line of science fiction and fantasy novels. One of the perks of her job is that she gets to write off weekend passes, hotels, meals, and author schmoozing adult beverages at DragonCon.