Welcome to the Roadhouse from Twin Peaks. With wood paneling hugging furtive booths and a large horse-shoe-shaped bar, Joe's Cellar is a delightful old-man dive, with pool, video crack, and a small stage. Much like in the TV show, at Joe's, one is liable to spot burly lumberjacks (with half a dozen wiener dogs in their trucks), strange music on the hi-fi (disco, in this case), and hotties in plaid and leather from the nearby salons being ogled by truck drivers from industrial climes. No daylight shall ever sully the interior with foul brightness, but that's how this neighborhood joint likes it—dark and full of cheerily sinister weirdness. COURTNEY FERGUSON