Written up by nearly every travel guide book, La Java owes its sustenance in the city to a once-enviable past as Edith Piaf’s and Maurice Chevalier’s starting point. Now it’s something more akin to a bar of the St. Christopher’s Inn chain, with wooden barrels for tables, a dance floor the size of a roller-skating rink and sub-par drinks.

The bathroom is either scuzzy because it’s unisex, or unisex because it’s scuzzy. But still, with an ethnic jukebox assortment of ska and salsa nights, comedians and more hip international bands like Glass Candy, La Java remains a solid place to shake out your post-2am inebriation.