Went by the Royal American last night on Morris St. An old blacksmiths shop now bar on the railroad tracks. The constant clank of trains in the background and vintage Cash and Nelson in the foreground make a nice combination. Great porch and atmosphere with the stale smell of burnt metal still in the air. It's not the dive bar it's trying to be, to well designed. Dive bar rule #1: if you are not afraid to enter it is not a dive. Aint cheap like a dive bar either, but fun.