A hodgepodge of drinkers and diners lounges in the black, tufted booths. Walk into the oblong bar - which is dark and divey and smells of moist corned beef and mustard - on any night after 10 p.m., and you’ll be treated to some kind of musical experience, usually of the indie rock variety: driving electric guitars, the pop and crack of drums, the deep thwang of bass and an urgent vocal run through an old PA. So things have changed, but not that much. Only now, instead of a bunch of hippies and musicians like Frank Zappa and Jim Morrison hanging out there for the cheap booze and meaty sandwiches, you’ll find a bunch of hipsters and indie rock musicians hanging out there for the cheap booze and meaty sandwiches. The two have been closely aligned since the little bar opened just off the beloved Fairfax Avenue deli’s annex dining room in 1961. Rock ‘n’ roll is to the Kibitz Room at Canter’s what onions are to chopped liver.
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