And that crowd is your basic rocker crowd, of all ages; students, programmers, low-level managers and occasionally a CEO or board chair stop by to down a few rounds and let their freak flag fly as they listen to blaring ‘70s, ‘80s and - depending who’s manning the bar that night - today’s rock beats.

Pearl Jam, AC DC, Black Sabbath, Kiss and early Ozzy Osbourne are standard ingredients on any given night - jazz and R&B are not allowed! - and the collection is taken seriously. Songs from over 600 bands compile the bar’s private stock, guarded as preciously as a wine cellar.

People don’t come here for fancy margaritas - it’s all about beer here, with a penchant for Steam Whistle Brewery’s draught. And if you show up at the Underground more than a few times, or if you have a particularly sweet smile, one of the barkeep will snap your Polaroid and staple it to the photomosaic that climbs the walls, documenting the revolving Underground Garage family.

The place is as friendly as a communal hot-tub and not much bigger. - D.E.