Barfly's

In the space that used to house Charlie's Attic, there is neither proof of Giant Jenga nor a peanut-covered floor. But haste not, there is a new kid on the block. The former sometimes-frightening hangout has metamorphosed into a beautifully hip rock star joint. Armed with a killer jukebox, insanely cheap beer and liquor, and the all-too-familiar tough bar staff, this bar can rival anything on Sixth Street. It's a rock survivors anonymous meeting. It's refuge to those who have tired of the Sixth Street stress. It is, indeed, sanctuary.