Knuckleheads' outdoor porch is a honky-tonk dream come true. Bikers, cowboys and greasers gather under the neon glow of this East Bottoms roadhouse to commune over smoky blues licks and twangy country two-steps. Grab a seat at the long, lunchroom-style tables under the sheet-metal overhang, kick up your boots and whip out a cigar. Don't want to sit on the floor? Climb the winding stairs to rest your beer — and your ass — atop a reclaimed boxcar. Besides, now you have a better view of the trains passing by. There's bound to be at least one long, lonesome whistle howling during the night's set.