My old hangout — back when it went by another name and featured a famously fractious bartender — has been up for sale for a while this year. All I have heard about it is that the mustache-twirling landlord took a break from tying people to railroad tracks to raise the rent (a lot).
Anyway, I think that you can still go in and get a cold beverage of your choice, but unless you know a guy, you can’t peek in the dark crevices of the basement.
Or can you?
Thanks to the power of the internets, you can! Visit http://toursler.com/seastar and click around to tour it! Watch out, though, my ghost is in the back corner downstairs. SPOOKY.
(hat tip to Socketsite)