Actually no one knows my name here and they will probably never know it-- the Barristers, clad in short shorts and plastered with tattoos, whether they be male or female, are way too hip for any kind of name recognition. And my "modern me" will have it no other way, so... I keep going.
However, my "antique me" has this weird craving for a neighborhood Cheers and would love this little hipster haven to be it. To accomplish this, I have decided to go there enough times in ridiculous looking ensembles; someone might be inclined to just smile and nod at me-- the equivalent of having a Cheers in these modern times. It hasn't happened yet, but I have hope.