This dive reminds us of our uncles’ basement in the 80s. There are a handful of battered couches on a threadbare rug, a slimy fish tank, one dimly lit pool table and a string of multi-coloured Christmas lights carelessly hung around. Check out the piles of books and records or dusty knick-knacks like the oddly framed celebrity-signed photos. Even the bag check girl at the front door looks like she’s just passing through. The line is long because Leo the bartender rushes for no one, and it gets pretty crammed. They’ve got a sweet selection of bourbon and whisky, and a pretty good range of beers. The wine is a steal, and the bartender fills your glass like your boyfriend just dumped you. It’s the type of place where people are cool with squeezing eight to one couch, so come with friends, or make some more. They’re arty, laidback and musically-inclined, if that’s your thing. Expect to bump into a few bearded bikers, spill your wine on someone and compliment at least one person on their spectacles. When Leo flicks the lights, it’s time to go home.