Do you stay at home to scream at the television or do you have more a more bro'mantic time at a rowdy bar with a couple dozen of your friends? I'm usually for the latter because I usually don't even know which teams are playing until the day of, and I highly depend on one of the bar's loudest self-appointed team leaders—the Bromander in Chief—to keep me updated on what's happening on the screens. I like the noise. I wanna see if Madonna's nipple slips. Ooh, and I'd like to make one of these for everyone to eat—just look at it! Where should I go? What's the best bar in Seattle for the Super Bowl?