John Anderson
In the space that used to house Charlie's Attic, there is sadly no longer proof of neither Giant Jenga nor peanut-covered floor. But don't fret, instead let us recognize the unique goodness of the new kid on the block. The former, sometimes-frightening hangout has morphed into a beautifully hip rock-star joint. Armed with a killer jukebox, insanely cheap drinks, and the all-too-familiar tough bar staff, this bar can rival anything on Sixth Street. It's a veritable 12-step Rock Survivors Anonymous meeting. It's a refuge to those who have tired of the Sixth Street stress. It is, indeed, an Austin sanctuary.
