Although I've tried to systematize my life, the truth is that I'm organizationally handicapped. So when I saw the pricing sign behind the bar at the Bulldog, I was astounded by the brilliance of the concept. Kelly-green dots on bottles meant they were $6, Day-Glo orange meant $5, and so on down to my favorite, the $3.50 red dot. But when a joint is closed only five hours out of 24, I guess it needs systems. When the Bulldog took over this location formerly occupied by the Monroe Tavern (and the Alamo before that), it continued the tradition started long ago of opening at 7 a.m. and closing at 2 a.m. I must admit, I've had my share of cocktails at seven in the morning, but usually when I was in Manhattan, Vegas or New Orleans, and they were my last drinks of the night, not the first of the day. But the bartender told me that the Bulldog has a bunch of regulars crowding the bar early in the morning, mostly retirees and people who work the graveyard shift. "I'd be tempted to work graveyard just to have an excuse to drink at 7 a.m.," my friend said. Still, the Bulldog's Bulldog ($4) tasted so good we didn't need an excuse to drink it. Made with Jägermeister, De Kuyper Sour Apple Pucker and a splash of cranberry juice, it had little of the aftertaste that's so distinctive in most Jägermeister concoctions. With $1.50 Budweiser drafts and three happy hours a day, you, too, have few excuses not to drink at the Bulldog. Except maybe going home to organize.