Count on this category to get people crying foul. In-the-moment hipsters will praise the box at the Black Thorn, alt-country types might favor Frederick's, and eclectics will opt for Blue Hill's exercise in computerized comprehensiveness. Musical taste being subjective, crowning a Best Jukebox is an intrinsically divisive endeavor. Which brings us to Krueger's. Not many joints have the temerity to wear a weakness for Jackson Browne, Poco and Loggins & Messina on their figurative sleeve, and yet all these acts' greatest hits are here. Swing the pendulum the other way and you'll find a little Frank Zappa ("War Pigs," anyone?), along with a heaping helping of Cream, the Stones, Dire Straits, the Allman Brothers, Uncle Tupelo and Johnny Cash. And the Jerry Garcia Band -- the Jerry Band gets no respect anywhere
, and this nondescript outpost just beyond Clayton's eastern perimeter downright genuflects. It is just this sort of thoughtfulness that tends to wow the academy come awards season.