I recall quite fondly my wasted nights at Yucca (including the time I got bit by a belligerent chick during a Masked Intruder set and avoided Hep C), but perhaps moreso I long for my wasted mornings there. Yes, mornings. See, Yucca Tap Room plays host to the Arizona Gooners, the group of Arsenal fans with the most imbalanced ratio of gleeful insanity to suffering from it being really f'ing early. I go to watch Arsenal games at a bigger place at a more understandable hour in Central time now, but I still think to myself, "Man, the bar is already open at Yucca and I can't even get something stronger than coffee. What if Mertesacker heads the ball in and we CAN'T do shots of Jager? Is this all meaningless?" I then realize that not all is lost, but enough is. Point is, soccer is best with a beer in hand at any time of the morning, and Yucca is where you can reliably do just that.