We dig hanging out in a bar with live music so loud we can't hear what the people next to us are saying. We do. But sometimes, we just want to sit back with friends and let conversation rule. Tenth Street, with its dark interior, low chairs on rollers and cheap, stiff drinks makes it the go-to place when intimate conversation is on tap for the night. It gets smoky in there, but with the smoke we've had in the air this summer, we're accustomed to watery, itchy eyes.