The No-Exit was one of my dad's hangouts when he was a student at Northwestern 40 years ago. My only visit there was about 10 years later, and I had the prepubescent audacity to point out a better move to some chess players. (They finished the game and then went back to try my move, mate in three!) I didn't really grasp the significance of the place, and was mostly puzzled as to why it was so dark and cluttered.

Thanks for the descriptions you guys. They provide a lot more perspective.

~S~