Don't be the guy who puts on a pair of $150 Tommy Bahama boat shoes and suggests a trip down to LoDo while slapping a high five to the fellow frat boys. Not cute. Do be that guy who puts on a pair of Chuck Taylors from 1989 and walks down to the neighborhood lounge for some free pool, some serious grub and a $5 frosty pitcher of beer. This well-hidden gem find's its homenext to a 7-Eleven and a laundromat and is the perfect place to hideout from all the aforementioned types. Take a stroll, get some grub and get back in touch with your 'hood.