Anyone visiting the 'ham needs to take in a dose of the nick. Expressly vile and purposely sleazy, this place offers one stall bathrooms with locks and the smell of yak throughout. Wear your "Smiths" t-shirt, and be sure to look distraught. Swoon the butch bartenders with talk of anarchy, and pick up your PBR, this place will be a rockin. Owned by the same owner of Smiths Olde Bar in Atlanta, it offers bands on the cusp of stardom (or rehab). Catch them before they are cool, and you can be "in" with this indi-gnant crowd.