The phone number for Casbah is something like 444-HELL. When I first found that out -- it all made sense: The exterior is bordered in orange flames, and the interior is dark, loud, and can get hot hot hot during the right show. Regardless of your feelings toward Hell, Casbah is a lot of fun. The small bar offers plenty of options and there is a separate room just for pool and games. Don't get me wrong -- every inch of Casbah is grimy, gross, and in need of a good cleaning -- but it's inside the griminess that one can feel the heart beat of what indie music really is. Its small too, so people usually can't help but introduce themselves after they've been stepping on your feet all night. I've met some great people at Casbah, real, wholesome music lovers, who know that the best sounds of our generation can't be found on MTV, but in the dark, dank, dive venues hidden in the city.