This is another place I didn't want to try, 'cause it looked like the type of sports bar that attracts loudmouthed lames. Boy, was I wrong. We watched the great tragic Olympic hockey finals here (Ryan Miller deserved a better game) and everybody -- those putting the beers on the bar and those throwing them down their gullets -- turned out to be the funniest, smartest, friendliest people -- quoting everything from obscure historical facts to Dr. Demento. Just like the staff at the nearby West Side Market Cafe, these bartenders know their customer's names. They have Smithwick's on tap and that is one fine, smooth ale. I didn't get a chance to try the food, but it looked great -- huge portions, lots of leafy green stuff with the meat, and the sandwiches were served on huge slabs of fresh bread. Located in the really cool historical funky Ohio City neighborhood, right near the iconic Market.