Like every other bar, there is a glut of useless knick-knacks and paddy-wacks lining the shelves adjacent to the giant mirror that tells no lies. Old dusty trophies from teams that no longer existed and photos of weathered jocks sporting “Star Bar” jerseys that defied the very laws of physics; straining to hold the ever-expanding beer bellies that enlarged as fast as the stories and lies they told. There are also numerous slogans plastered wherever the proud purveyor of dime-store wisdom could find purchase. “Don’t worry, if we don’t have it, neither do you.” “You’re important to us, as long as you have money.” “A bar that has it all, unless we’re out.” “Flush twice, it’s a long way to the kitchen.”