When asked how long the Blue Moon Tavern had been open, the bartender replied, "Since 1934, or 2 o'clock, depending." Very few bars in Seattle can claim 73 years old on their MySpace pages. The Blue Moon can—but not without a few bumps in the road: The threat of condos and City Attorney Tom Carr have come close to causing the beloved Seattle institution to shut its doors, but this weathered veteran continues to pull through. It's a good thing, too: The place is like a home away from home (or possibly just home) to all kinds—it's often touted as the old haunt of local literary legend Tom Robbins. Thursday through Saturday nights, the Blue Moon hosts live music—heavy on the rock—but days have their own charm. At 3 p.m. on a Wednesday, most bars are desolate, depressing, and dark. Not so here—the Blue Moon is filled with streaming sunlight, plants, walls lined with books, and academics, transients, and grad students immersed in lively conversations. A rousing poker game between a few dentally challenged gentlemen at one end of the bar erupts into cheers, and a few seats down, a friendly debate moves seamlessly from the full history of Jeff Beck, Jimmy Page, and Eric Clapton to favorite baseball players (Hank Aaron versus the controversial pick of Barry Bonds). Out front, a scaled-down version of SAM's hammering man lifts a beer to his lips, and the nude rendering of a woman resting on a crescent moon woos would-be patrons. Not that they're hurting for more—the regulars alone could carry the place to 2034 and then some. 712 N.E. 45th St., 675-9116.