The Owl Bar was the hottest and sassiest spot in town. Robust but romantic, crowded but comfortable, kick-ass but friendly. Fun flowed, times were good, and the non-stop partying lasted for seventeen years. Then came the "Ban of the Booze." Prohibition, the noble experiment, had reared it's ugly head. Americans were having too much fun and needed to be "saved fromk themselves." Booze--"the root of all evils"--had to go.