The Jefferson Airplane song of the same name might fool you into thinking this place is a hippie joint, but usually what you’ll find waiting down this rabbit hole is a big old-fashioned mosh pit. Bands compete on the indoor and outdoor stages to see whose music is louder and most violent, so odds are you won’t even hear what that damn dormouse said, but most of the pitting is admirably polite, and the pizza place next door is a viable option should all the shoving give you an urge to feed your head.