Jack L.
Yelp
This is my kind of place. Unpretentious, cheap beer flowing freely, pool tables, solid music selection. Not quite a dive, not quite a hipster bar, middling somewhere in the realm of "laid back with a kick of college funnel bar and a touch of just-graduated-college sophistication". Beer was damn cheap. Got a bottle of Lagunitas Tuberfest, the beer of the month, for $2.50! The Champagne of Beers, one of my favorite non-craft types, besides Icehouse, for $2 a bottle. If only I didn't have to work tomorrow, we could have become very good friends AC.
Side note: the bar name AC's reminds me of the movie Home Alone. Kevin McAllister replays part of a movie called the Dirty Dozen, and the quip he settles on follows:
Johnny: Who is it?
Snakes: It's me, Snakes. I got the stuff.
Johnny: Leave it on the doorstep, and get the hell outta here.
Snakes: All right, Johnny. But what about my money?
Johnny: What money?
Snakes: Acey said ya had some dough for me.
Johnny: Is that a fact? How much do I owe ya?
Snakes: Acey said 10%.
Johnny: Too bad Acey ain't in charge no more.
Snakes: Whattaya mean?
Johnny: He's upstairs, takin' a bath. He'll call you when he gets out. Hey! I tell ya what I'm gonna give you, Snakes. [pulls out his Tommy Gun] I'm gonna give you to the count of ten, to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister off my property, before I pump your guts full o' lead!
Snakes: [about to leave] All right, Johnny. I'm sorry. I'm goin'!
Johnny: 1... 2... 10! [opens fire at Snakes and laughs maniacally] Keep the change, ya filthy animal