A piano bar located in a garish, mostly vacant South County shopping center, three doors down from the body-odor menagerie of Howie's Game Shack—that's gonna be a bust, right? Nope. There's a youthful line out the door many nights, and we've seen people rejected for trying to enter in flip-flops. It's all because dueling pianos are completely, unironically awesome. Even the most velvety '80s-soft-rock ballads sound like rock-&-roll temblors here. The spacious, Rat Pack-lounge digs—red curtains, crystal chandeliers—seem calibrated for classiness, but don't be surprised if you find yourself looking down on the packed room: After a few drinks, the tops of those pianos start looking like tiny, tempting dance floors.