The Chestnut

Sterling puts on his coat, as he motions over to your old man entering the bar, eyeing the pool tables, getting change for a twenty at the counter.

Sterling: "Nope, that's what we're about to avoid. Come on, you'll be back here, guaranteed. Besides, I think you'll wanna check out the place I'm heading over to."

You glance over to see the old man ordering a pitcher of Molson Canadian, and then glance back at Sterling, and notice a picture of Allen's Alley on the wall over his left shoulder.