Rick’s doesn’t advertise, unless you count people on cell phones shouting to each other curbside. Still this old fashioned bar’s bar—décor reminiscent of a Midwestern garage sale—is perennially packed with Hawaiian shirts, tattoos and baseball caps, roughly 85 percent of which are regulars, the other 15 percent friends of theirs. With a rotating weekly set-list of homey specials (turkey platter, T-bone steaks, burger madness), patrons come to visit and revisit favorites, not for anything nouveau.