Boasting a comfy leather couch/flatscreen set-up, a jukebox, and a gravel-strewn backyard, hitting this spare, haphazardly decorated spot is a little like hanging in that sweet basement rec room that jerk Tommy Fitzgerald down the street had, except at the BG you can have sweet pub snacks (flatbread pizzas, homemade salsa-topped Bar Fight Nachos) and a full booze line-up, without having to lend TFitz all your Matt Christopher books.