The Swiss Hut was, indeed, a dump. But Taverns in those days wouldn't serve women, and many bars wouldn't serve hippies, and it was just around the corner. Gangsters, bikers, hippies, jocks, and students all jammed in together. Not to mention an incredibly rude "tough-guy" waiter-bouncer whose name I forget. He was like a nasty dog; if you faced him down, it was okay, but if he smelled fear on you, you were doomed. He was reputed to punch people for insufficient tips, and swipe wallets from drunks.

It's funny, now, bars seem a lot friendlier. I hated the place, but at the time it seemed like the only game in town.