In college, we went to Rico's to escape the deafening music, wall-to-wall neon and Busch-fueled amateurism of other bars and clubs in Pullman. Bookshelves and bricks line the interior, creating a warm space for conversation and even quiet contemplation. Gargoyles and soft lamps perch above the heavy wooden tables and plush lounge chairs. You can catch an open mic, jazz band or trivia night before heading upstairs for pool and pinball. It's the place you go to for your first real glass of fine whiskey as a junior communication major. Or the place you sneak a cold pint with your 7-month-old hanging in a baby carrier. Or just a place to enjoy a drink like an adult.