The 460

The 460 is not for the faint-hearted. Nestled between The Red Room and El Mocambo , it's a dive--a "real fucking dive", if the bearded madman in the spiked leather jacket having a smoke right outside is to be believed. The place used to be John's Restaurant (a space known for little else but its availability to the homeless) but for the past two years it's been revamped to a proper bar. Though appearing small, it is far from inconspicuous. The 460 on the door glows amongst the leather jackets like a beacon.

The interior recalls a basement party in high school. It's dark and slightly dingy, with mismatched decorations (a lone paper lantern hangs above the bar; a flat-screen in the other corner; on the opposite wall is a beautifully detailed mural). Beyond the entrance is a tiny space for the more mellow to just sit and drink. Further in, next to the bar and in front of the stage, is where the more raucous can get down. Despite the screeching guitars and all-black attire, the vibe is lighthearted. Even those pushing one another around by the stage in an attempt to mosh are doing it rather gleefully.

Though the stage is at the very back, it is undoubtedly the centerpiece of the place. This is a venue for live music first and foremost. There are live bands every week, ranging from rock and roll cover bands to hardcore punks. The place is tiny, though appropriately so. It's a good place for local bands to start off, as it's way too small to accommodate bigger acts, and your audience is guaranteed to be honest. There's little 460 cares about outside of having a grand old time--comfort, style, even toilet paper be damned. I'd drink to that.

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