In the beautiful little suburbia of Pleasanton, there isn't a good hipster bar to hang out at – no place that's playing Journey ironically, no place with $1 PBR specials, no place that sells donuts at the counter or something weird like that. Your choices are pretty much Mexican places that sell margaritas or fancy restaurants that have bars attached.

The only place that comes close to a good old-fashioned bar is a dirty old smelly place called Pastime Pool. There are four pool tables, a jukebox, and dirty looks for anyone not in blue-collar clothing.

The only time I've been there, someone walked in with a pet bird on her shoulder, someone else was sharing chicken wings with everyone sitting at the bar (the place does not serve food), and the bartender asked one of our friends if she could speak for herself after her boyfriend ordered for her. Needless to say, I would take ANY visiting friend here for a drink to get a taste of Pleasanton's seedy underbelly.