Located on a sorry strip of Olive heading into downtown proper, the Hard Times Lounge looks a lot like it sounds. Ten seconds inside, though, and you'll wonder why they didn't name the bar Good Times instead. The patrons here are friendly and quick to show you around. The gregarious bartender doesn't skimp on the poison, and he either has no clue what to do with the bottle of Aperol on the back bar or just doesn't care. Bully for that.