In what lookes like a used tire company disguised as a white trash Alamo lives The Thirsty Beaver. All the stuff you threw out as a kid has been re-assembled in this junk culture nostalgia magnet. It's kind of like if Charles Bukowski owned a Honky Tonk bar. PBR is the ironic cheap beer of choice. Live music most nights with the bands setting up inside , making it feel like a walk in closet with amplification. But it's all good. Crowd ranges from the Tarheel baseball cap wearing 20 something bankers to middle aged "out on parole" characters who look eerily like Jeff Bridge in "Crazyheart" , but without the charm. It all works because it's unique in a city that doesn't know what the words means.