Gutter and Stars

People at midtown watering hole D.B. Cooper’s (1804 West 39th Street, 816-753-9800) drink like it’s their job. The bar is named after the mysterious man who, in 1971, hijacked a Boeing 727, collected 200 G’s in ransom and parachuted somewhere over the southern Cascades, never to be seen again.
The comfy, wood-paneled dive is open from 6 a.m. to 1 a.m. six days a week, and if you’re puttin’ in that many hours of drankin’ time, cirrhosis might just hijack your liver.
But there’s more than booze at Cooper’s, including pool and keno and karaoke on Wednesdays. Hosted by the sweet-as-a-peach-Bellini Miss Rhonda, the singing night typically attracts barflies ready to mumble through Waylon Jennings, theater geeks ruining “Total Eclipse of the Heart” and local karaoke stars owning Sinatra without leaving their bar stools. There’s no cover; the warbling starts around 9 and usually wraps up around midnight.

Wednesdays, 9 p.m., 2009