While one of the city's seedier neighborhoods slowly morphs into one of its more chic spots (affectionately nicknamed the "Trendyloin"), the Tenderloin remains, alas, a dirty petri dish compared to the sweeter-smelling surroundings of picturesque Hayes Valley or our stimulating downtown. But if you're ever caught on Hyde after the sun sets, finding shelter at the cozy 222 Club might be your safest and most pleasurable bet. Once you step inside, you'll find surprisingly inexpensive, well-prepared drinks to toss down and light Italian fare to munch on. Downstairs a small, dimly lit lounge and dance floor, which are starting to house some of the brightest DJ talent, await you. Unlike Bambuddha Lounge, this bar won't break your piggy bank; and unlike at some of the bigger dives in the neighborhood, the chances of getting your skull smashed with a bottle of Coor's Light here are slim to none.