A Humboldt dive two blocks shy of the park, this bullhorn and linoleum slice of Latin American working class charm is owner Tony Velasquez's basement saloon, the first level of a three-flat he and his family have called home for nearly 30 years.

The kind of owner who glues quarters to his bar just to see his less financially inclined friends struggle to make ends meet with a six-pack, the everyday tending Velasquez has always finished his kicks and giggles with a favor, keeping single drinks under $4, and forever ready to share a story about his lifetime of Mexican heritage accolades and knickknackery on display.

A lineless 75-cent pool table and a nostalgic calm are beginning to draw in some of the hood's hipster set.

Centerstage Reviewer: Gavin Paul