"Punks can’t stay rebellious teens forever, but this Southtown bar proves that anti-establishment and DIY ethos can have some punch in adulthood. The stripped-down decor proves its dive bar bona fides with a stark red and black color scheme. It’s not rare to see a staff member with several piercings or a Manic Panic streak in their hair. But it seems more defiant to serve duck fat-washed bourbon cocktails with Lone Stars and one of the city’s best (and cheapest) steaks." - Brandon Watson