Piles of coal, scruffy high rise, snow-capped Bogda Shen at street-end. They were now in demand to fill the local clubs on the full time basis. It housed a lively port that imported and exported goods for the town. What is much better lounging at an ice-cold Dive Bar on a still hot Saturday evening on the Upper West amongst coed softball players and females pre-drinking, downing a frosty IPA?