Somewhere between an elegant lounge and a dicey dive lies Wendell. A stone’s throw from skid row, this neighborly Main Street bar looks nothing like Bukowski’s old refuge Craby Joe’s, although T. Elliott (The Standard) and partners Stan O’Connell and James Campbell retained the long-closed taproom’s stone floor. Now, the refitted two-story space features stylish dark wood, a rod iron stair railing, glimmering chandeliers, and an impressive tap list—14 artisanal brews, from the stiff Speedway Stout to the hoppy Houblon Chouffe. Wendell is too clean to be considered a true dive (the bathrooms are spotless), but it isn’t a craft cocktailery contender, either—you may get scoffed at for ordering an Old Fashioned. It’s the kind of no frills, locals-only watering hole that Downtown needs.