There was a time, we imagine, when dark, smoky little jazz clubs dotted the Kansas City landscape. You couldn't walk three feet without tripping over someone playing sax on the street. Now all we're tripping over are metal plates in the road. But there's one little spot that recalls our city's jazz heyday the way we'd like to remember it (we have the kind of nostalgia that people get for stuff they've never really seen), and that's Bobby's Hangout. We like to brush past the velvet curtains, sink back in the warm, red vinylness of it all, gaze into the mirrors and groove on Everette DeVan's knockout organ. And the style here is unbeatable; some of the coolest Shepard Fairey posters -- a portrait of the Notorious B.I.G. and another of Bobby Seale -- adorn the walls, and above it all is a hipster chandelier from Retro Inferno. We hear Bobby's is looking to reinvent itself this fall; we only hope it doesn't fix a good thing. It sure ain't broke.