Being old Seattle sound enthusiasts ourselves, we had to come to this dive bar to see what all the fuss was about. Would you believe it that as we walked in, Soundgarden was blaring from the speakers? Okay, it was actually Audioslave, but pretty damn close. If you’d like to see what an old squatter’s bar probably looked like before they sold out (but with more Americans), then this is the place to go. You can play pool or foosball inside or hit the private canalside terrace, which must infuriate the posh neighbours next door in the evenings when things heat up. Inside there’s also a smoking room, not to mention a huge painting of Henry Rollins performing in naught but his undies.