Once, I worked at this sh*thole bar called the Rathskeller. It's in downtown Cleveland & don't go there. But if you accidentally end up there, spy the old player piano in the corner by the door with a huge crack in the window. It's mostly broken & all the scripts are yellowed & torn. I hardly ever had anything to do there except watch the TV, avoid stepping on the roaches- as they grew & multiplied- & fascinate myself with this old relic. Lots of pictures & this is among the few I was happy with, even after I'd sobered up. Some bottled beer was safe to drink there..