t’s easy to lose your way at Precinct. The quirky layout, with its numerous dark corners and unexpected dead ends, makes you wonder what was there before. It’s one of those places where you might have to ask, “Am I allowed back here?” when fishing for the door to the bathroom in a sea of empty kegs. But buried deep within this basement complex, past the sports fans chugging to every pitch in the front bar, is a mysteriously large back bar that’s well worth finding, a place where live music can breathe freely, far from direct sunlight. Talented bands play just about every night and most stick around for monthly residencies. It’s hard to blame them when Precinct offers 20 drafts and none of them are Bud Light. The Lagunitas IPA, a rare draft in these parts, always goes down nicely. There’s also an outdoor beer garden open when the weather permits. Wallace