Rocktober is in full swing and if you're looking for a bar before or after -- or during -- the playoff games that isn't full of 22-year-olds, this is the spot for you. If you're lucky, you'll meet cute, fun, drunk guys named Smiddy or Smitty. Or have public TV-watching older men buy you drinks. Guinness on tap is a bonus.
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