After a few decades of selling 3.2 beer, this hole in the wall near Loring Park--reputed to be the city's first gay bar--recently upgraded to a full liquor license. And the jukebox is a gem. For seductive barroom tableau, you can't beat dialing up "Maggie May" and bending over one of the room's 75-cent pool tables for a corner-pocket shot. Compared to the perennial downtown meat markets, the 19 Bar presents a relaxed--if a bit tacky--alternative: The drinks are cheap, the atmosphere is unpretentious, and, as one particularly frank friend put it: "The pretties are always in a minority to the old uglies, so your chances are even better."