Address: 1811 Purdy Ave.

It's called the "Durty Purdy" with good reason—wearing sandals here is not recommended. The bar is a how-to manual for bad design. The pool table is placed inconveniently, jutting into the middle of the room, and will have you dodging cues as wannabe semi-pro billiards bros yell "COMBO!" every 10 seconds. While weekdays host a more subdued crowd, the weekend's cheap drinks and fresh-off-Sobe vibes can make the bros wearing sweatpants and UM T-shirts a little too self-righteous for our taste. Avoid the bruises and the bros and just stay home.