The piano bar is a dying institution ripe for resuscitation, a happier, friendlier retro-karaoke experience where an interactive audience is gathered around a live musician instead of a glorified jukebox, and a good time is had by all. The institution is alive and well at Lefty O'Doul's, where piano man Frank O'Connor tickles the ivories every night at 9 and coaxes warbling and camaraderie from the assembled crooner-tipplers. The playbook tends toward the lounge lizard–like, with "Dust in the Wind," "She's a Lady," and a selection of Irish schmaltz proffered in full-synthesizer chicky-boom splendence, and the sports fan/hipster/tourist clientele is entertaining, to say the least. Lefty's is an old-school cafeteria and hofbrau with generous platters of turkey, ham, and corned beef and cabbage; an abundance of vintage baseball memorabilia; and a long, convivial bar with two dozen beers on tap.