Nestled on the outskirts of the downtown area, Joe's Bar provides an atmosphere of sophisticated elegance. Not merely any bar, this place is known for its presumptuous air and its attraction for the upper class crowd. It's become a beacon for those lunch meetings of the corporate world, cozy dinners for couples, and merely a place to come and relax and perhaps spill your woes to the bartender.

Lying on the corner of two very busy streets, Joe's Bar casts an air all it's own. The outer building is of dark red brick with a simple sign at the top, noting the name of the place. The windows are darkened and allow only limited vision into the realms of the bar -- the candles lit at the tables and the ambiance of subtle grace.

Inside the building is quite another story. There's a theme about this place, a quiet medieval setting. Upon the walls are coats of arms done in various colors of cloths. The brick walls on the outside give way to stone walls on the inside upon which relic weaponry rest. Beams of wood criss cross the ceiling, rising twenty feet and more. But the tables allow for privacy all the same.

To the right, there's another room, done in much the same way as the first. However, in the middle of that room lie thirteen pool tables, decorated in such a way so as to not look out of place. The traditional wood and green felt has been replaced with black felt and the wood's been made to look more like stone. Hanging from the sides of each table are pieces of cloth, depicting a different coat of arms for each table. Unbeknownst to those that do not know of history, those coat of arms represent different clans - the Brujah, Lasombra, Tzimisce, Assamite, Nosferatu, Malkavian, Toreador, Ventrue, Setite, Tremere, Ravnos, Gangrel, and yes, even the Cappadocian coat is there. It's merely for decoration, but there's something to be said about why those particular decorations were chosen.

However alluring the atmosphere of the place, the Kindred know where to go when they need a fix. Not only does this place serve as a mortal flocking place, but it also serves as feeding grounds to the vampires of Phoenix. Dark ale is the name of the drink, and when it's ordered the tender knows exactly what the customer means. Concocted in the lower laboratory, this mix of blood is indeed invigorating. But that's the owner's secret.

Below the bar there lays a laboratory, albeit a secret one. It's the haven of one Brujah antitribu who is also the owner of the bar. The lab is a means for experiments, though the things that go on down there are far worse than anyone could imagine. And where do these experiments come from but for the lonely customers of the bar who seem to have lost all reason to continue their pitiful, worthless lives. Well, at least in his opinion.