Cosmos' large sign, of a guy double-fisting pints, dwarfs the squat, cantina-like building. But what the bar lacks in size it tries to make up for with things to do: Dartboards line the back wall, and pool tables take up most of the main room. A few flat-screen televisions are tuned to ESPN, but a sports bar this ain't. It's more of a neighborhood hang, where your bachelor uncle or freewheelin' aunt can catch up with friends or dance to 90s jams. Bar regulars repeat its slogan Where strangers become friends and friends become family like the gospel.