If Harry Potter was of age, this is where he would come for a post-Quidditch pint. Replete with Gothic revival chandeliers, stone fireplaces and tapestries bearing knights' coats of arms, this low-key, high-kitsch drinking hole gives Medieval Times a run for its money. Owned by the same folks who brought you the Laurel Tavern, the Black Boar and the Library Bar, this Atwater Village outpost features a covered smoking "room," a sturdy selection of beers (Old Speckled Hen, Lost Coast Downtown Brown and Stone IPA on tap) and a decent collection of bar snacks -- the sweet potato fries, especially, get a thumbs up. The weekend party crowd contrasts with the mellower midweek regulars, but the Griffin, dimly lit and always welcoming, is magical any night of the week.