All RIGHT! This was one of those places I'd passed a hundred times and never thought twice about. The Jimi Hendrix mural was probably what turned me off - it just screamed popped collar frat boys who would drink all night and then sing DMB songs with an acoustic guitar on their front stoop at the end of the evening. It reminded me on the Onion headline: "Bob Marley Rises From Grave To Free Frat Boys From Bonds Of Oppression". It just wasn't me.
Boy did I get turned around. There may well be a handful of douchtards there but generally it was an awesome vibe at the right price. Good tunes were playing and the assortment of vintage chairs and mismatched tables gave the place a unique feel. But it was the $4.50 steamwhistle that really caught my eye. I thought I had to slum for that kind of price - but here it was, a menu like the days of yore, long before the $8 pint of Canadian. My GF had a delicious Caesar served in an awesome PBR mason jar mug. I pounded pint after pint long past the terminal velocity that you hit when drinking on a work night. The place was quiet enough to talk freely but loud enough that you felt like you were in a good crowd.
Only critique is that the open windows and smoke friendly patio don't mix - indoors had a constant stream of the sweet smell of Belmont Milds floating through which is kind of a turn off if, you know, you don't like second hand smoke. But that was the only problem. The staff were super awesome and super friendly. All in all a great place to hang out and bang out a few beers. And if you want to meet up and play "Crash (Into Me)" on my stoop after last call, the more the merrier.