The last thing I want when i'm going out for a beer -- either solo or with an amigo -- is a bar like in Cheers where "everybody knows your name". I want to be a wallflower and sink back into the smoky, tchotchke-laden atmosphere and mix in my reading and sipping of malty goodness with surreptitious glances at a bunch of people I don't know. If this is your idea of wallflower-bar-lurking heaven, then check out the Blue Moon. There have been a gillion butts on those worn-out wooden benches and i recently saw a public television late night documentary that said that the Blue Moon is where all the communists and rabble-rousers used to hang out and cause trouble in the 60's. If you live in Ballard, well then go hang with the hipsters at Hatties. Further east? Check into a booth in the back at the Blue Moon. but don't wear nice clothes - it's not a madison park type place. Call me if you go - i'll meet you for a mac and jacks if you buy.