Open late - til 4 a.m. on the weekends - it's located on the strip of Clark that's comprised mostly of stores (you'd never think a bar was there) and is so small lines often form on weekends to get in - the bouncers carefully meter entrance against patrons who are leaving for the night. They have to; Frank's is long, dark and narrow and very often packed. But the line is often lively, filled with tipsy or downright drunk 20-somethings and sometimes offers a magician to entertain the waiting.

It's tiny, true, but the drinks are decent (standard fare) and there's even a tiny pool table tucked in the back (not much elbow room to shoot, though). The seats are kind of a joke - avoid them, you'll just get bumped - and if you're claustrophobic, it's probably best to avoid.

Centerstage Reviewer: Erin Brereton