Thinking of the old Spudmonsters song that goes "safe past Franklin, no butt-crankin" always makes me chuckle. Pretty sure butt-crankin goes on both side of the street but lets suspend reality and go with it. Used to come here back it was Hard Times and Spitfire. The new revamp is pretty cool. A little bright and hard on the eyes but after a few (10) beers I start seeing shit anyway. Seems like they play garage music over one of them internet streaming things which is sweet. Good beer selection and the slushie dranks are damn good. You can actually taste the booze in em. Serve em in a tin cup or a mason jar and some Tremont turd would gladly pay double for it. Bartender girl was nice and chatty. Before the style change there were basically 3 "punk rock" type places in a 3 minute drive. This one has less of hipster butt-rockers and preachy vegans than the other 2 and its nice. Everyone sees so young at these places, but I guess that's me and my old balls talkin...