"Borrowing" this post from Speed and Glory's blog as inspiration.
"It's a stinky old dungeon, older than most of you reading this post. It's the type of place that if you end your night there and don't remember a fucking thing, all you have to do is smell your clothes and you know exactly where you were. It's a staple in the community, even though most in the community are afraid to step foot in it. There's nothing scary about it, but if you've been to Boulder in the last 15 years, you understand. Like most nice places, money has taken hold of the town and every day there's a new 5-star restaurant or upscale bar being opened, then closed soon after. The Sundown Saloon has been there, good times and bad, and we aren't slowing down any time soon. People call it "the downer", "the Scum-downer", or "the dirty downer". "....it hasn't changed since, or for the last forty-fifty years. I've found .22 shells under the wooden floor boards, people have been killed there during bar-fights, and a long-time regular has ashes in a metal Harley Davidson emblem imbedded into the bar. Our Rock-Ola Bubbler Jukebox is older than I am and has everything from Cash, High on Fire, DeadBolt, Dwight Yoakam, Coltrane, ZZ Top, Devin the Dude, Issac Hayes, Deadweather, to muthafuckin WuTang - by far the best Juke in the area."
"Great watering holes are few and far between, but if you find em, they're night-life gold each and every time you set out to get lit up..."