Under some seriously old-school signage along Grand Avenue downtown, Hank's Bar is a quality dive bar that hasn't yet been infected by hordes of chattering hipsters. It's still easy at Hank's to belly up to the wide bar and sip on some fizzy Midwestern commercial label, or relax into a corner with a pour of middle-shelf whiskey. The barstools here have backs to them – a certain indication that Hank's doesn't mind you sticking around – and what little light pours in from the outside never seems to deter the old rascals at the bar. Perhaps the only thing that rankles the regulars is putting a dollar in the jukebox, since it's inexplicably filled with top-quality late '90s hip hop. Not that anyone would kick you out for such an offense: The bartenders save that move for 2 a.m. on the dot, when they send you packing to the street with the remainder of your drink in a SOLO cup.