Dive right down to the chipped Formica and the ‘colorful’ Colfax street culture rolling by and you’ll suspect this was a bar frequented by Bukowski on a PBR bender. The jukebox is solid, most of the stools don’t have sizeable holes and no one’s disappeared from the men’s room in ages. Still, the shuffleboard is top notch and the drinks are strong as a pitbull’s jaws. Great place to write your memoirs, if only you could find a pen and paper.