St Joe's Bar

Lonely Planet review

You gotta love a saint named Joe, even if he preferred to be called Joseph. This neighborhood boozer is pretty down to earth but manages to feel classy, and even a little churchlike. The narrow front room broods with hand-carved wooden crosses and church pews, but the piety stops there. The stereo plays more jazz and swing and seems strangely lacking in Gregorian chants. The ordinary Joes who pack into the place - many of 'em working stiffs in their early 30s - have a good time and don't appear to be feeling at all guilty about it.

Past the pool table you'll find a door to the intimate patio, lit by votive candles and colorful lanterns - a sweet spot where you can loosen your collar and not have to worry about spilling your drink on someone.