Harry Last Call

This place used to be a total dive, and I mean that in the bad sense of the word. Now, it’s been refurbished, re-​named, and totally reborn. It is now The Hole, a sports bar.
Inside, it’s squeaky-​clean, and full of all that goes with a sports bar — pool tables, neon beer signs, and lots of flat panel TVs — with a slight tiki /​surf bar flair. Other new additions include decent beers on tap, with a rotating special, a fully-​stocked bar, and free, salty bar snacks.
Ghosts of its shady past are still visible. Posted around are signs strongly declaring that no tweakers are allowed. Some bug-​eyed toothless zombies choose to ignore this warning, and wander in from time to time. They are quickly shown the door.
Unfortunately, without the former base clientele, and no upstanding beer-​drinking, sports-​loving citizens to replace them, the bar can be so very quiet. I hope that the owners are rewarded for doing the right thing — giving the riff-​raff the boot — and people soon discover this place and keep it afloat.