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Lobo Inn

Published on July 30, 2003

When the walls, literally and figuratively, caved in on Zak's punk shows, there were a couple clubs in town that caught the spillover, and the Lobo Inn was probably the least likely among them. While a lot of local music fans were, at the time, only vaguely familiar with the Lobothey mostly knew it for the Southwestern-looking dog logo on the exterior sign and the fact that it was just up the street from Gracelandit's turned out to be a damn decent place to catch some live action. We'll admit the side deck is awfully small and the "stage" is tiny, but we actually really like seeing bands down on the floor with the rest of us. With the drinks strong and cheap and the vibe perfectly pretension-free, you certainly aren't going to catch us complaining. 433 Eastlake Ave. E., 206-233-9204.