Here ye, here ye:
The Nite Lite is possibly my favorite bar in Seattle for two major reasons and incalculable minor reasons.
First and foremost, the possibility that this establishment was somehow teleported from a tiny rural town in Everytown, USA is very, very high. Take out just enough of the political conservatism and keep a perfect amount of the bad fashion. Best of both worlds, right? It gets better...
This Jukebox is righteous and my frequent inability to do laundry is probably a direct consequence of its magnificence (quarters, or lack there of). Unfortunately the inclusion of one Shania Twain album prevents it from being completely flawless, but there is plenty of Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn and Kenny Rogers to go round.
Minor points include cheap drinks ($2 Pabst all day), personable, loyal and somewhat elderly staff, junky decorations, pool tables, fireplace, darts & Goldentee, private room, and a pretty lousy and stupid gigantic diorama of what I BELIEVE is supposed to be the golden gate bridge.