Address: 3295 M St.

It's easier to call this place Rhino Bar, as there's something about the full name—Rhino Bar and Pumphouse—that makes us uncomfortable. This is the type of place where you'll find some unfortunate soul doubled over in a puddle of his own puke and tears (and possibly urine) after his team takes a Saturday L. As far as sports bars go, this is the place where dreams go to die. Like any stinking pit of bodies, it gives off that unclean feeling, like you'll have to soak your hands in sanitizer for an hour afterwards—even if you didn't touch anything. And to make matters worse, it's a Red Sox bar. Enough said.