When you first step inside the Drawing Board, there is nothing to make you think you are anywhere but a typical south St. Louis dive. The old, dark wood bar that looks exactly the same as when long-gone brewery staffers and metalworkers bellied up mid shift for a draught Falstaff, the low tin ceiling, painted over to cover decades of unfiltered cigarette smoke stain, and the pool table, illuminated by a vintage beige-and-orange Tiffany-style lamp, paint a picture of the quintessential southside watering hole.โฆ