One of my strangest bar moments took place at Charlie's. I was looking for a buddy of mine and walked into the back pool room and came across this pseudo-biker guy nailing some chick on the pool table. Did an about face and went to sit back down at the bar.
I was at Charlie's Attic one night and this dude reaches over and plucks a HUGE roach off the bar, I mean this thing was a giant! Anyway, he kept playing with it in his hand until everyone in the bar had put money into a pot, then he ate it-- crunched it up in his mouth and did "see food" so that we could all see that he had chewed it up. That was a class place.
I remember one of the guys in the fraternity telling a rushee that we go to Charlie's and the guy never showed up again. It was about a month before we found out it was a gay bar downtown... funny
Barfly is cool, good jukebox for the most part. The one thing I can't stand is that somebody has killer taste in metal -- you get a kick-*** string of Iron Maiden, old Metallica, Sabbath, etc. and then it's followed by old Dylan from 1am til close.... Sure I like Bob OK, but the last thing I want to here late night is Bob's scruffy twang and screechy harmonica after 7 or 8 beers.
Lots of food service types go there. Very smoky. Cool place.