Like one particularly conflicting section of the 12th Street Ale House's jukebox (Jay-Z and Simon & Garfunkel are on the same page), the bar itself is difficult to categorize. The dozen beers on tap aren't enough to qualify the place as a true ale house or beer bar; there aren't enough big-screen TVs to deem it a sports bar, and certainly there's not enough grime to call it a dive. But herein lies this bar's charm. To avoid commotion from over-rabid football fans and peer-pressure from beer connoisseurs, locals comfortably flock here and take a seat at the bar as though it's been reserved just for them. Relax: You're among friends, and remarkably sane ones.