This is a nice, non-pretentious dive bar with cheap and good bar food, a charmingly wavy floor (hope you have good sea legs), and one of the last non-internet jukeboxes left in the city. I feel more comfortable here than almost any other tavern around--it isn't full of snotty, self-absorbed people using their cursed Iphones while sitting at a bar meant for socializing and meeting people. Ahh, how refreshing. So is this pint of Hopalicious. Lastly: this wi-fi connection is the only one I've used in the last week that hasn't puked every 10 minutes. Viva el fucking Wisco.