Acme Bar

Wanted: black-leather-jacket-wearing, occasional coke-snorting biker folk looking to have fun, play some old punk on the jukebox and have a dingy, dark, and delightful place to call their own. Fringe scene and friendly-neighbor hangout rolled into one pleasing spliff. Pool table, pinball machines, strong pours, and cheap Pabst Blue Ribbon—do you really need anything more? Honky Tonk Mondays, Punk Rock Wednesdays, Trashy Thursdays all week long.