When Last Concert Cafe opened in the ’50s, you had to knock on the door before you entered so the owner knew you weren’t a threat. These days, it’s more of a live music venue/restaurant than a hideout, but the required knocking is still a fun tradition that always makes first timers think, “where the f*ck are we?” Once the owner lets you in, take a seat on the back patio and order some enchiladas with a margarita. You’re just as likely to sit next to a young couple with kids as you are a retired hippie with a hula hoop, which is exactly why people keep coming back to this Northside dive year after year.
