Look for the Tyskie sign outside this discreet, but absolutely cavernous dive bar with the usual assortment of random furnishings including old radios, rusty bikes mounted on the walls, battered lampshades and broken-spined books. There's a smoking section downstairs and you'll get your exercise returning to the bar from its hazy confines. Drawing a young crowd of couples and beer colleagues, this cult hangout is clearly cool, though it's unclear exactly why.