Cash in at the Jackpot.
Hip, dark, and underground....like a vintage convertable Cadillac. Lots of sideburns, black tshirts, and alternative bar art. If you're looking for a slick, polished, glam bar, go somewhere else...this place is for people who like their drinks strong and listen to lots of Johnny Cash. Come not to be seen, but to see.
Loud and Smooookey....
It's a bar, given. Most of the time, it's a little loud. Loud as in you cannot hear the person beside you. Maybe it's the ultra-unknown band they are playing that consists of 900 songs that all have 3 minutes of shouting, cymbal crashing, and not much else. Warning, if you ask them to turn it down, you'll probably be ostracized. DJ nights are good, since it's better music with better sound quality, generally 60's superfunk with some dub and new wave thrown in. And the smoke: holy cow. This bar smokes like a '75 Chevy conversion van. The best part is the people. Not many baseball hats, few tucked in shirts, no frat symbols anywhere. Lots of black tshirts, an abundance of tattoos, and everyone could care less about their carefully careless dress.