You could hear the record scratch and the music stop when the three of us walked into Red's Place. Clearly a locals bar, and by locals I mean Chinese immigrants. Once we got in and seated though, the sparse crowd lost interest and returned to smoking their cigarettes and watching the Chinese television station. The bartender was very friendly, if not a bit stunned that we were there.
The atmosphere is little more than what you'd find in a relative's basement bar; dark, unpretentious boarding on messy, but comfortable enough. They had a few countertop video game machines and a strange pinball machine that the locals were crowded around. The most interesting thing about the place might be the bathroom. Located down in the basement, accessing it involved navigating a narrow stair, ducking under a low ceiling, then climbing an uneven step and ramp to get to the toilet. Not really what I'd call acessible.
Red's Place, 672 Jackson Street
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